A Fangirl's Dream
Chapter Four
Where the bloody hell are you?
*******
Disclaimer: Sadly, I don't own Outlaw Star. However, I do own me! And, hooray, AOL is working right again! ^.^ By the way, there's gonna be some Jim-angst and an actual plot here now! WAI! <3 Jim's taller because, well, I can't deal with a guy's eye level being at the same place as my boobs. -.-;
*******
"Midori-chan! Where are you? I'm sorry!" Jim called as he searched through the town, ignoring the staring passerby.
"Jim, let's go home. She'll be back soon! I'm sure of it!" Gene said comfortingly as he clapped his young friend on the shoulder. "Come on! We've been looking for three hours!"
"No!" he cried. "I won't stop until I find her! This is all my fault!"
The red-haired pilot stood and stared. He'd never seen the little guy like this before.
*******
Silently, Midori watched the object of her affection (A/N: I AM NOT OBSESSED!) from inside the plastic tube. She was shocked, but also bored. Sitting around for three hours straight was just no fun at all! Maybe I should let him find me... she thought, full of guilt.
She began to stretch out her legs, as she had been sitting in the same position that whole time. "Jim, I-" she began, before she felt someone's hand over her mouth, muffling her apology.
"Shhhh! Be quiet now, my dear," said a somewhat familiar voice.
A few strands of aqua hair blew into her range of peripheral vision. Immediately, she knew who it was. "Hrhree Mafuful!" she exclaimed, rather flawed.
"No, dear. It's pronounced Harry MacDougal," he said calmly. "Now, promise to calm down and don't run away. I'll release my grip."
She nodded to the best of her ability, and felt his hands leave her face. Abruptly, she turned to face him, slapping hand ready. She stopped upon seeing his face.
His eyes were closed and crusted over, but he seemed to know where everything was. "Harry? What happened to your eyes?" she asked weakly, forgetting her usual dirty language.
"Not happy to see me? I don't blame you. You see... I am blind."
"But... how?"
"My dear Melfina, you will find out soon enough."
"But... I'm not..."
He pressed a finger tenderly against her lips. "Now, now. Be quiet, my dear."
Midori admitted it to herself and only herself: She was similar to Melfina, physically. Almost the same height, similar voices, and, hopefully Harry hadn't had a chance to notice it, similar bust sizes. However, the fangirl's hair was more like Jim's than anybody else's, except for the color, but Harry didn't know that.
Upon thinking about her height, she was grateful that Jim had had a major growth spurt of eleven inches, making him three inches taller than her.
The once-violet-eyed bio-android pulled a large, nondescript cloak out of a bag Midori had been too distracted to notice. "Put this on. I'm going to get you away from that horrible Gene Starwind!"
"OK, I'll admit Gene isn't the most charming guy in the universe, but he isn't that bad once you get to know him..." But her words fell upon deaf ears. (A/N: No, not literally.)
She sighed, and pulled the dingy cloth on. "Where are we going?"
"Back to my ship, of course."
*******
Jim collapsed onto a park bench. They had been looking around for five hours. His feet were tired, but he hadn't given up yet.
"Wanna go home?" Gene asked, unusually thoughtful.
Jim didn't answer. Tears began to fall from his eyes, soaking his clothes where they fell. "Dammit," he whispered softly to himself. "Dammit! Where the bloody hell can she be?" He was less soft the second time.
"Just relax, Jim! I know she's fine! She's probably waiting back at home!"
"Why do I find that so hard to believe?"
*******
A few months before our story began, a certain aqua-haired bio-android and his brother had been on a much needed vacation. They had decided to stay on a remote jungle planet called Zeitgeist.
One the thirteenth day of the getaway, Harry had gone exploring a bit further than he had on her previous days. He had come upon a large cave that had aroused his curiosity.
He had gone in further, hoping to find a beautiful gem to give to Melfina.
"Who's there?" a deep, cold, female voice sounded through the cave.
He couldn't see who the voice belonged to, so he answered meekly. "I am... Harry MacDougal."
"A male in MY presence?" the woman's voice echoed angrily.
"Eep."
A pair of disturbing, glowing red eyes focused on him through the dark. They were the last thing he saw.