Title: New Adventures [Part 4 of ?]
Author: Pythoness
Written: 2001
Disclaimer: Magic Knight Rayearth owned by CLAMP, That's How Love Moves sung by Faith Hill, Karu owned by me [*squealz* I own something!]
Author's Notes: This is written based off of an rpg between me and close friends. Karu is a fictional character owned by me. Events happen approximately a year after the anime/manga takes place. The NSX is resting somewhere near the castle. Eagle is staying in the castle. Hikaru and Lantis are a couple, Fuu and Ferio are a couple, Umi and Ascot are a couple [it's more realistic than Umi and Clef]. Hmm.. anything else.. Please note, this is a work in progress. I have several of the chapters completed, but the story is not done. I do not know when more chapters will be available, but I do know that commentary will help speed that process. ^.~ If for some odd reason you'd like to use the character Karu in any other reference, please contact me and I'm certain we can work something out. Thank you for reading, I hope you enjoy.
New Adventures
It's such a mystery
How he found something in me
That I never knew was there
But he uncovered it so easily
He turned me like a season
And I began to change
Wince he wrapped himself around me
You know I've never been the same. 'Cause
That's how love works
That's how love moves
Like a river running through you
Sometimes it lifts you high as heaven
It comsumes you
But that's a given
That's how love moves.
I've seen walls that could never be broken
Come tumbling down
I've heard the voice of love when it's calling
Without making a sound
See I was touched by an angel
The day he too my hand
And you know he's a mircale
That makes me everything I am, but
That's how love works
That's how love moves
Like a river running through you
Sometimes it lifts you high as heaven
It comsumes you
But that's a given
That's how love moves.
My eyes opened slowly. For a moment I forget where I am. I'm laying sideways on my bed, so my room is turned around, causing my still sleeping brain to think I'm somewhere else.
I yawn and sit up, rubbing the sleep from my eyes. I look around my room and am suddenly jolted awake by the sight of Eagle sleeping at my desk.
I must have fallen asleep last night. I glance at the window to see the sunlight pouring in. Oh my god. He was here all night!
I look at my side. My diary is open. I pale. I didn't lock it before I fell asleep. Did he read any of it? I'll be so angry if he did. But he wouldn't tell me if he did. I'll ask him when he wakes.
As my fright settles down, I soon realize how adorable he is. He rolled up his sleeves at some point, exposing his lower arms. His hair falls around him so perfectly, framing his face. His eyes are closed. His back rises and falls slightly as he breathes. I soon realize that I unconsciously matched my breathing with his.
I move to the edge of my bed and stand, still watching him. Ow! I've got the worst crick in my neck from sleeping like I did against the headboard. My neck is sore now. I think I'll live though.
I walk over towards Eagle. I kneel down next to my desk, looking at him. His face is only a foot away from mine. I reach a hand up and brush a few strands of his hair from his face. He's so cute when he sleeps.
His eyes close tighter as I touch his hair. I quickly draw back my hand. I don't want to wake him. Not yet. I want this moment first.
I look at his arms. There is a scar along his arm. I trace it lightly with my finger. I wonder how he got that. Maybe I can ask him someday. Maybe he'll tell me.
His muscles tense as I trace the scar. Again I draw my hand back quickly. Man, I can't touch him at all. That's not fair. The cutest guy in the world is sleeping at my desk, a foot away from my face, and I can't touch him.
Oh well. I can look at him. I can memorize his features. Like that nose, so perfect, just like a man of power would have. And his mouth. Centered perfectly. His lips, so smooth.
He shifts position, turning his head away from me. Now all I can see is the back of his head. I sigh and stand up, my eyes still glued to his perfection.
I tear my eyes from him and walk to my dresser. I open the drawer and pull out a pair of pants. Not my favorite pair, but my only clean pair left. Thank gods that tomorrow was laundry day.
I go to my closet after closing my drawer and open the closet. I grab a shirt off a hanger. It's a beautiful blue shirt. I try not to wear it often. I don't want to wear it out. It's the best shirt I have. I want to keep it that way. I don't exactly have money to buy any more if the ones I have get worn out. I mean, I have a few credits..... my savings. It's the same amount of credits I've had for three years. I haven't spent any, and I've had no way to gain any.
I open my sock drawer, looking down under them at the little leather pouch that said 'Savings.' I think about Eagle. I'm sure he's never had to save money for three years. He lives in a mansion.
I try to forget about that. I grab a pair of socks and walk back to my tall dresser. I open the top and grab my under clothing. I take the pile of clothes that I've accumulated and walk out of my room. I walk down to the bathroom that everyone who lives in this sector has to share.
I open the door. Luckily no one was around or in the bathroom, or people would be wondering why I have to change out here.
I rush in and change quickly, rushing back to my room. I close the door lightly behind me and take my dirty clothes to my closet. I open the door again and toss my clothes with the other dirty clothes.
I look back at Eagle. He's still asleep. He's going to get a crick in his neck too if he doesn't change position. Should I wake him? What should I do now if I don't? I'm bored. Whenever I'm usually bored I write my poetry, but he's at my desk.
He was reading my poetry. I can't believe he read the poem I wrote about him the other night. Does he know it's about him? I wish I knew.
Should I continue writing my poetry? I always write about what I'm feeling, so now all my writing will be focused around him. I don't want him to read that, but I know he will ask if I write it. I can't say no. I'm flattered that he wanted to read my writing at all.
I walk to my long dresser, grabbing a brush. I stand in front of the mirror and brush my long hair. By the time I finish my arm muscles are killing me. I seriously debate sometimes if I should cut my hair. Maybe I'll ask Eagle what he thinks.
I sigh, wondering what to do. I've changed. I've brushed my hair. I can't write. I can't go anywhere. Eagle's not awake. What to do, what to do.
As if to help me, Eagle wakes up. He lifts his head up off the desk, rubbing his eyes and face with his hands, and running his hands through his hair. I smile watching him from behind. I can tell without seeing his face that he's surprised of where he is.
He turns around in the chair and looks at the bed. Seeing me out of the corner of his eye he looks up at me, quite confusedly.
"Good morning," I say sweetly.
"Uh, good morning," he responds. "I.... I'm sorry. I must have fallen asleep last night."
"That's alright."
He smiles. I watch as he rolls his shoulders and massages his shoulders. I can tell he's sore. I stand behind him and place my hands on his shoulders, making him stop. I massage gently, but firmly. He looks back at me.
"You don't have to do that," he says.
I know I don't have to. I want to. "I'm assuming your neck hurts a lot from sleeping on a desk."
"Well, yes."
I smile and continue. I think he likes it though. He sits still. I can feel his muscles relaxing.
After a few moments he stops me. "Thank you."
"You're welcome," I reply. Of course he's welcome! I would do that for him every morning if he would sleep here every night. He wouldn't even have to sleep at the desk. I'd still do that gladly.
He stands up, stretching his legs. It looks like his legs are sore too. I wouldn't doubt it.
He smiles to me. I can still see the sleep in his eyes. It makes me smile. He's so cute. And I don't think he knows how gorgeous he looks.
Suddenly a knock comes at the door. "Breakfast!" calls out a voice familiar to me. Eagle looks at me curiously.
"It's time to eat. Either you eat now or you don't eat until lunch," I explain to him. He nods in understanding. "You don't have to stick around, but I would like to get something to eat."
"Do you mind if I join you?"
Mind? Mind! That's like asking if fish mind swimming! "But it's residential quarters food. It's no where near as good as the food outside."
"That's alright. I'd still like to eat with you, if you'd like."
"Of course." Is he kidding me? I'd always like to eat meals with him. I'd like to spend every second of every day together!
He smiles and glances in the mirror. He realizes he has messy hair. I giggle slightly as he trys to brush it out with his fingers. "Here," I say as I hand him my brush. He smiles and runs it through his hair. I watch as the tangles seem to disappear. His hair is so perfect and smooth! I wish mine were like that.
He hands me my brush as he finishes. I place it down on my dresser and walk to the door. He follows me.
I open my door and walk out, praying that there is no one out here to see him coming from my room so early in the morning. Luck besides me and we make it to the kitchen before anyone sees him, and by then they don't know he was in my room all last night.
Many people question me about him. I tell them he is a visiting cousin.
"I have to lie, or they'll never believe me," I explain to him. "They'd call me a liar and I'd loose the little respect I have here. You don't mind, do you?"
"If it lets me eat breakfast with you, I don't mind at all."
I smile at that and move up as the line we are standing in moves. I grab a tray and continue walking. A man from behind the counter hands me a plate with pancakes on them. My luck is continuing. Pancakes are the best tasting breakfast item they have, and with Eagle here, I want this place to look as good as possible.
Farther down the line a woman hands me a glass of milk. I place it at the corner of my tray. I watch as Eagle does the same. I stop for a moment and pour some syrup on my pancakes. I had Eagle the bottle and he does the same. I see his grin and give him a questioning look.
"I love syrup," he explains.
I laugh lightly and continue down the line. I grab a few napkins and continue walking. I lift my tray and walk to the seating area. Eagle follows me. I stand for a moment and look around. Darn, no empty seats. Maybe this wasn't such my lucky day.
I sigh and walk towards the door leading to the outdoor seating. I push open the door and exit. Eagle follows me. I pause for a moment as the icy wind rips through my shirt. I quickly regain my composure and sit at a table. Eagle sits across from me.
"That's poor planning that they don't have enough seats," he says.
Poor planning? He could have just said they were stupid. He talks so smart. I wish I could hold an intelligent conversation with him. "Yeah, but I'm used to it. I just wish it weren't so darn cold or I had a jacket or something."
At that Eagle begins taking off his jacket. "No! I didn't mean that. You keep your jacket. It's cold out here."
"Precisely why I'm letting you wear it." He continues taking off his jacket. I shiver as more cold air blows at us. Eagle places his jacket around my shoulders.
"No, you keep your jacket," I protest.
He shakes his head and sits back down. I sigh, knowing it's no use. Instead of arguing I cuddle up under his jacket. It was much warmer, and I have to admit that I'm thankful he let me wear it. But I'm not going to take this one! I already have one of his jackets. If this pattern continues I'm going to have his entire wardrobe in my room.
I cut up my pancakes and begin eating. I glance up at Eagle. I can tell he's enjoying the syrup.
We try to eat quickly, for our food gets cold fast. In the end, we both end up leaving a bit left because it got too cold and tasted bad.
I stand and take my tray to the trash can. I throw away my food and place the tray on top of the can for the custodians to get. I watch as Eagle does the same thing.
I smile and we walk back inside. As we exit the kitchen, I wonder if he's going to go back to the outside. If he does, will he take me? I've already been out there twice in two days. More than I could have ever imagined. Or perhaps he might stay with me in my room? But what would we do? He'd read my poetry. But what would I do?
I sigh as we reach the corner where the decision must be made. I look at Eagle. If we go right we can go to the outside. If we go left, we go back to my room. I quickly remember the jacket still around my shoulders. I take it off and hand it to Eagle. He smiles and puts it back on.
I stand, waiting for him.
"Well, what should we do?" he asks.
He's asking me? It's his choice. "I don't know. You don't have to stay with me today."
"What else would I do? Go back to the NSX and be pestered to do work? I'd rather be with you."
My stomach gains those obnoxious butterflies again. I smile lightly, trying to hold back the grin that I can feel coming. Then I think of what he said. The NSX. Isn't that the battleship from Autozam? He lives there? Or maybe he works there?
"Can....." I hesitate, wondering if he would take me to see it.
"Can what?" he asks, prompting me on.
"Can you show me the NSX?"
He smiles. "Sure. When would you like to see it?"
"Oh, I don't mind at all."
"How about today?"
"That'd be wonderful!"
He smiles and takes my hand. He leads me down the hall and outside of the residential quarters.
I smile as we walk along. I love it when we hold hands. Especially when he doesn't wear those pesky gloves.
We walk through the hall and out of the castle. I smile, squinting from the bright sun. He smiles and continues walking.
* * *
We enter through the loading bay. He leads me through the loading bay, pointing out the FTO and the GTO. I stand in awe. I never realized how big they were! And people pilot these things? You could fit a hundred people in there!
Suddenly a short guy walks out from behind the FTO. His face is covered with grease. I laugh lightly. He looks so funny.
"Eagle!" the boy exclaims. Obviously he knows my love affection. I stand and watch as the boy comes over to us, wiping his dirty hands on a rag.
"Hello Zazu," Eagle says to the boy. Zazu. Is that his name? "I'd like you to meet a friend, Zazu." Friend? I'm a friend? Well, that's not too bad, though I wish I were a lover.
"Hi," the boy begins. "I'm Zazu Torque!"
"Hello. My name is Karu." Is he going to think it odd that I have no last name? Everyone I've talked to lately has one. Hikaru Shidou, Eagle Vision, Zazu Torque.
"Hello Karu. Nice to meet you," he replies. He holds out his hand to shake. Do I really want to shake his dirty hand? But it would be rude if I didn't.
"Oh sorry," he says, taking back his hand. "I've been working all day. I guess I wasn't thinking."
At least he's got manners. Not like Eagle, but not like some of the people I've seen in the residential quarters.
"What were you doing all day Zazu?" Eagle asks the boy.
"I was fine tuning the FTO. She's in great shape! All set for another battle."
Battle? Who pilots the FTO? Perhaps Eagle? Or maybe this Zazu person.
Eagle nods, smiling in approval. "Do you suppose you could clean it tomorrow?"
"Gladly. I'm not doing anything else."
"Thank you Zazu."
"You're welcome Eagle."
I smile lightly. It's so weird to hear Eagle's name spoken by someone else.
Eagle smiles to me as Zazu walks back to the giant robots. I smile back and take his hand gently. He looks back up and begins walking again. I follow next to him. I wonder where he will take me. I've never been on a battleship like this. Where does someone go?
I sigh, deciding to forget that idea. I'll just think about how cool it is that I'm in Eagle's habitat. It's so interesting to see halls that Eagle has no doubt walked through millions of times. Is this how he felt the first time he walked to my room?
Eagle suddenly turns into a large room. I look in. Wow, there are a lot of machinery stuff. It all looks so advanced. I wonder what it all does.
I soon realize that this must be the main room. There is another man sitting at a table. I wonder who he is. He looks like he'd be older than Eagle. He's got dark hair. Black. What is with black hair? That boy when we came in had black hair too. But he didn't have the sideburns that this man has. And this mans eyebrows are kinda...... bushy. I'm glad Eagle's eyebrows aren't bushy like that. I giggle slightly, thinking about how bad that would look if he had big eyebrows.
I scold myself. It's not right to make fun of people like that. I'm sure that he can't help it if he has bushy eyebrows. But I'm still glad Eagle's eyebrows are thin and cute.
I smile. Eagle leads me in the room. The man looks up. His eyes are kind of scary. But not as scary as Master Swordsman Lantis. No one is quite as scary as he is. But he wasn't scary that one night.
I sigh lightly. That was the night I met Eagle. I always smile when I think of that night. That's the night my whole outlook on life changed. That's the night my dreams came true. That was my perfect day.
"Geo, this is Karu," I hear Eagle say, snapping me back to reality. The man stands up and holds out his hand.
"Hello."
I smile and shake his hand. Everyone here is certainly friendly.
"This is Geo Metro," Eagle explains to me. Another last name. I sometimes wish I had a last name. As of late I really wish I had a last name, preferably the name Vision.
I nod lightly and let out a soft hello. The man sits back down and goes back to his papers. I glance down at the papers. It's in some weird language that I can't read. Probably a language from Autozam, not that my Cephirian language in writing is any too good.
"Well, this is the cockpit," Eagle says. I smile and nod. It's certainly an interesting room. I don't know what to say. "What would you like to see now?" he asks me. I shrug. I don't know what's here. I just want to be with him.
He smiles and leads me out of the room. I guess he had an idea. We walk down the hall and reach a door. He holds it open for me and follows me in. He lets me sit at a table and he goes to a small counter. I glance around. It looks like a kitchen. It's small and cute.
He walks back over, carrying two coffee mugs. In both a string hangs out. Why is there a string hanging out of those cups?
He places one of the cups in front of me. "It's tea," he says. He probably saw my weird face. "Have you ever had tea before?"
I shake my head. "No," I tell him.
"Well, it's quite good. It's a drink, though I gather you can tell that already. You stir the tea bag until the drink is mixed."
I nod and watch him as he stirs the bag around the cup. I mimick him, hoping I"m doing this right. Eagle smiles lightly, and I assume that I'm correct. I watch as Eagle pulls out the bag in his drink. I look at my dirty colored water and do the same. Eagle takes a sip and sighs happily. I carefully take a sip myself, finding the new taste quite interesting.
"So, what do you think?" Eagle asks.
I hesitate a moment. "It's interesting."
"It's alright if you do not like it. Everyone has different tastes."
"No, it's just that it's a new taste. It's not bad. Maybe it's one of those things that kind of grows on you."
Eagle nods and takes another sip of the warm drink. I sigh lightly, hoping that I didn't upset him or offend him in any way. The last thing I need to do is to get Eagle upset.
After spending a sufficient amount of time in the kitchen drinking this new drink and eating lunch, we head back out to the halls. I hold Eagle's hand and he points out a few areas of the ship. I followed interestedly, but not half as interested as I am in the tall, handsome man sharing this day with me.
Author: Pythoness
Written: 2001
Disclaimer: Magic Knight Rayearth owned by CLAMP, That's How Love Moves sung by Faith Hill, Karu owned by me [*squealz* I own something!]
Author's Notes: This is written based off of an rpg between me and close friends. Karu is a fictional character owned by me. Events happen approximately a year after the anime/manga takes place. The NSX is resting somewhere near the castle. Eagle is staying in the castle. Hikaru and Lantis are a couple, Fuu and Ferio are a couple, Umi and Ascot are a couple [it's more realistic than Umi and Clef]. Hmm.. anything else.. Please note, this is a work in progress. I have several of the chapters completed, but the story is not done. I do not know when more chapters will be available, but I do know that commentary will help speed that process. ^.~ If for some odd reason you'd like to use the character Karu in any other reference, please contact me and I'm certain we can work something out. Thank you for reading, I hope you enjoy.
New Adventures
It's such a mystery
How he found something in me
That I never knew was there
But he uncovered it so easily
He turned me like a season
And I began to change
Wince he wrapped himself around me
You know I've never been the same. 'Cause
That's how love works
That's how love moves
Like a river running through you
Sometimes it lifts you high as heaven
It comsumes you
But that's a given
That's how love moves.
I've seen walls that could never be broken
Come tumbling down
I've heard the voice of love when it's calling
Without making a sound
See I was touched by an angel
The day he too my hand
And you know he's a mircale
That makes me everything I am, but
That's how love works
That's how love moves
Like a river running through you
Sometimes it lifts you high as heaven
It comsumes you
But that's a given
That's how love moves.
My eyes opened slowly. For a moment I forget where I am. I'm laying sideways on my bed, so my room is turned around, causing my still sleeping brain to think I'm somewhere else.
I yawn and sit up, rubbing the sleep from my eyes. I look around my room and am suddenly jolted awake by the sight of Eagle sleeping at my desk.
I must have fallen asleep last night. I glance at the window to see the sunlight pouring in. Oh my god. He was here all night!
I look at my side. My diary is open. I pale. I didn't lock it before I fell asleep. Did he read any of it? I'll be so angry if he did. But he wouldn't tell me if he did. I'll ask him when he wakes.
As my fright settles down, I soon realize how adorable he is. He rolled up his sleeves at some point, exposing his lower arms. His hair falls around him so perfectly, framing his face. His eyes are closed. His back rises and falls slightly as he breathes. I soon realize that I unconsciously matched my breathing with his.
I move to the edge of my bed and stand, still watching him. Ow! I've got the worst crick in my neck from sleeping like I did against the headboard. My neck is sore now. I think I'll live though.
I walk over towards Eagle. I kneel down next to my desk, looking at him. His face is only a foot away from mine. I reach a hand up and brush a few strands of his hair from his face. He's so cute when he sleeps.
His eyes close tighter as I touch his hair. I quickly draw back my hand. I don't want to wake him. Not yet. I want this moment first.
I look at his arms. There is a scar along his arm. I trace it lightly with my finger. I wonder how he got that. Maybe I can ask him someday. Maybe he'll tell me.
His muscles tense as I trace the scar. Again I draw my hand back quickly. Man, I can't touch him at all. That's not fair. The cutest guy in the world is sleeping at my desk, a foot away from my face, and I can't touch him.
Oh well. I can look at him. I can memorize his features. Like that nose, so perfect, just like a man of power would have. And his mouth. Centered perfectly. His lips, so smooth.
He shifts position, turning his head away from me. Now all I can see is the back of his head. I sigh and stand up, my eyes still glued to his perfection.
I tear my eyes from him and walk to my dresser. I open the drawer and pull out a pair of pants. Not my favorite pair, but my only clean pair left. Thank gods that tomorrow was laundry day.
I go to my closet after closing my drawer and open the closet. I grab a shirt off a hanger. It's a beautiful blue shirt. I try not to wear it often. I don't want to wear it out. It's the best shirt I have. I want to keep it that way. I don't exactly have money to buy any more if the ones I have get worn out. I mean, I have a few credits..... my savings. It's the same amount of credits I've had for three years. I haven't spent any, and I've had no way to gain any.
I open my sock drawer, looking down under them at the little leather pouch that said 'Savings.' I think about Eagle. I'm sure he's never had to save money for three years. He lives in a mansion.
I try to forget about that. I grab a pair of socks and walk back to my tall dresser. I open the top and grab my under clothing. I take the pile of clothes that I've accumulated and walk out of my room. I walk down to the bathroom that everyone who lives in this sector has to share.
I open the door. Luckily no one was around or in the bathroom, or people would be wondering why I have to change out here.
I rush in and change quickly, rushing back to my room. I close the door lightly behind me and take my dirty clothes to my closet. I open the door again and toss my clothes with the other dirty clothes.
I look back at Eagle. He's still asleep. He's going to get a crick in his neck too if he doesn't change position. Should I wake him? What should I do now if I don't? I'm bored. Whenever I'm usually bored I write my poetry, but he's at my desk.
He was reading my poetry. I can't believe he read the poem I wrote about him the other night. Does he know it's about him? I wish I knew.
Should I continue writing my poetry? I always write about what I'm feeling, so now all my writing will be focused around him. I don't want him to read that, but I know he will ask if I write it. I can't say no. I'm flattered that he wanted to read my writing at all.
I walk to my long dresser, grabbing a brush. I stand in front of the mirror and brush my long hair. By the time I finish my arm muscles are killing me. I seriously debate sometimes if I should cut my hair. Maybe I'll ask Eagle what he thinks.
I sigh, wondering what to do. I've changed. I've brushed my hair. I can't write. I can't go anywhere. Eagle's not awake. What to do, what to do.
As if to help me, Eagle wakes up. He lifts his head up off the desk, rubbing his eyes and face with his hands, and running his hands through his hair. I smile watching him from behind. I can tell without seeing his face that he's surprised of where he is.
He turns around in the chair and looks at the bed. Seeing me out of the corner of his eye he looks up at me, quite confusedly.
"Good morning," I say sweetly.
"Uh, good morning," he responds. "I.... I'm sorry. I must have fallen asleep last night."
"That's alright."
He smiles. I watch as he rolls his shoulders and massages his shoulders. I can tell he's sore. I stand behind him and place my hands on his shoulders, making him stop. I massage gently, but firmly. He looks back at me.
"You don't have to do that," he says.
I know I don't have to. I want to. "I'm assuming your neck hurts a lot from sleeping on a desk."
"Well, yes."
I smile and continue. I think he likes it though. He sits still. I can feel his muscles relaxing.
After a few moments he stops me. "Thank you."
"You're welcome," I reply. Of course he's welcome! I would do that for him every morning if he would sleep here every night. He wouldn't even have to sleep at the desk. I'd still do that gladly.
He stands up, stretching his legs. It looks like his legs are sore too. I wouldn't doubt it.
He smiles to me. I can still see the sleep in his eyes. It makes me smile. He's so cute. And I don't think he knows how gorgeous he looks.
Suddenly a knock comes at the door. "Breakfast!" calls out a voice familiar to me. Eagle looks at me curiously.
"It's time to eat. Either you eat now or you don't eat until lunch," I explain to him. He nods in understanding. "You don't have to stick around, but I would like to get something to eat."
"Do you mind if I join you?"
Mind? Mind! That's like asking if fish mind swimming! "But it's residential quarters food. It's no where near as good as the food outside."
"That's alright. I'd still like to eat with you, if you'd like."
"Of course." Is he kidding me? I'd always like to eat meals with him. I'd like to spend every second of every day together!
He smiles and glances in the mirror. He realizes he has messy hair. I giggle slightly as he trys to brush it out with his fingers. "Here," I say as I hand him my brush. He smiles and runs it through his hair. I watch as the tangles seem to disappear. His hair is so perfect and smooth! I wish mine were like that.
He hands me my brush as he finishes. I place it down on my dresser and walk to the door. He follows me.
I open my door and walk out, praying that there is no one out here to see him coming from my room so early in the morning. Luck besides me and we make it to the kitchen before anyone sees him, and by then they don't know he was in my room all last night.
Many people question me about him. I tell them he is a visiting cousin.
"I have to lie, or they'll never believe me," I explain to him. "They'd call me a liar and I'd loose the little respect I have here. You don't mind, do you?"
"If it lets me eat breakfast with you, I don't mind at all."
I smile at that and move up as the line we are standing in moves. I grab a tray and continue walking. A man from behind the counter hands me a plate with pancakes on them. My luck is continuing. Pancakes are the best tasting breakfast item they have, and with Eagle here, I want this place to look as good as possible.
Farther down the line a woman hands me a glass of milk. I place it at the corner of my tray. I watch as Eagle does the same. I stop for a moment and pour some syrup on my pancakes. I had Eagle the bottle and he does the same. I see his grin and give him a questioning look.
"I love syrup," he explains.
I laugh lightly and continue down the line. I grab a few napkins and continue walking. I lift my tray and walk to the seating area. Eagle follows me. I stand for a moment and look around. Darn, no empty seats. Maybe this wasn't such my lucky day.
I sigh and walk towards the door leading to the outdoor seating. I push open the door and exit. Eagle follows me. I pause for a moment as the icy wind rips through my shirt. I quickly regain my composure and sit at a table. Eagle sits across from me.
"That's poor planning that they don't have enough seats," he says.
Poor planning? He could have just said they were stupid. He talks so smart. I wish I could hold an intelligent conversation with him. "Yeah, but I'm used to it. I just wish it weren't so darn cold or I had a jacket or something."
At that Eagle begins taking off his jacket. "No! I didn't mean that. You keep your jacket. It's cold out here."
"Precisely why I'm letting you wear it." He continues taking off his jacket. I shiver as more cold air blows at us. Eagle places his jacket around my shoulders.
"No, you keep your jacket," I protest.
He shakes his head and sits back down. I sigh, knowing it's no use. Instead of arguing I cuddle up under his jacket. It was much warmer, and I have to admit that I'm thankful he let me wear it. But I'm not going to take this one! I already have one of his jackets. If this pattern continues I'm going to have his entire wardrobe in my room.
I cut up my pancakes and begin eating. I glance up at Eagle. I can tell he's enjoying the syrup.
We try to eat quickly, for our food gets cold fast. In the end, we both end up leaving a bit left because it got too cold and tasted bad.
I stand and take my tray to the trash can. I throw away my food and place the tray on top of the can for the custodians to get. I watch as Eagle does the same thing.
I smile and we walk back inside. As we exit the kitchen, I wonder if he's going to go back to the outside. If he does, will he take me? I've already been out there twice in two days. More than I could have ever imagined. Or perhaps he might stay with me in my room? But what would we do? He'd read my poetry. But what would I do?
I sigh as we reach the corner where the decision must be made. I look at Eagle. If we go right we can go to the outside. If we go left, we go back to my room. I quickly remember the jacket still around my shoulders. I take it off and hand it to Eagle. He smiles and puts it back on.
I stand, waiting for him.
"Well, what should we do?" he asks.
He's asking me? It's his choice. "I don't know. You don't have to stay with me today."
"What else would I do? Go back to the NSX and be pestered to do work? I'd rather be with you."
My stomach gains those obnoxious butterflies again. I smile lightly, trying to hold back the grin that I can feel coming. Then I think of what he said. The NSX. Isn't that the battleship from Autozam? He lives there? Or maybe he works there?
"Can....." I hesitate, wondering if he would take me to see it.
"Can what?" he asks, prompting me on.
"Can you show me the NSX?"
He smiles. "Sure. When would you like to see it?"
"Oh, I don't mind at all."
"How about today?"
"That'd be wonderful!"
He smiles and takes my hand. He leads me down the hall and outside of the residential quarters.
I smile as we walk along. I love it when we hold hands. Especially when he doesn't wear those pesky gloves.
We walk through the hall and out of the castle. I smile, squinting from the bright sun. He smiles and continues walking.
* * *
We enter through the loading bay. He leads me through the loading bay, pointing out the FTO and the GTO. I stand in awe. I never realized how big they were! And people pilot these things? You could fit a hundred people in there!
Suddenly a short guy walks out from behind the FTO. His face is covered with grease. I laugh lightly. He looks so funny.
"Eagle!" the boy exclaims. Obviously he knows my love affection. I stand and watch as the boy comes over to us, wiping his dirty hands on a rag.
"Hello Zazu," Eagle says to the boy. Zazu. Is that his name? "I'd like you to meet a friend, Zazu." Friend? I'm a friend? Well, that's not too bad, though I wish I were a lover.
"Hi," the boy begins. "I'm Zazu Torque!"
"Hello. My name is Karu." Is he going to think it odd that I have no last name? Everyone I've talked to lately has one. Hikaru Shidou, Eagle Vision, Zazu Torque.
"Hello Karu. Nice to meet you," he replies. He holds out his hand to shake. Do I really want to shake his dirty hand? But it would be rude if I didn't.
"Oh sorry," he says, taking back his hand. "I've been working all day. I guess I wasn't thinking."
At least he's got manners. Not like Eagle, but not like some of the people I've seen in the residential quarters.
"What were you doing all day Zazu?" Eagle asks the boy.
"I was fine tuning the FTO. She's in great shape! All set for another battle."
Battle? Who pilots the FTO? Perhaps Eagle? Or maybe this Zazu person.
Eagle nods, smiling in approval. "Do you suppose you could clean it tomorrow?"
"Gladly. I'm not doing anything else."
"Thank you Zazu."
"You're welcome Eagle."
I smile lightly. It's so weird to hear Eagle's name spoken by someone else.
Eagle smiles to me as Zazu walks back to the giant robots. I smile back and take his hand gently. He looks back up and begins walking again. I follow next to him. I wonder where he will take me. I've never been on a battleship like this. Where does someone go?
I sigh, deciding to forget that idea. I'll just think about how cool it is that I'm in Eagle's habitat. It's so interesting to see halls that Eagle has no doubt walked through millions of times. Is this how he felt the first time he walked to my room?
Eagle suddenly turns into a large room. I look in. Wow, there are a lot of machinery stuff. It all looks so advanced. I wonder what it all does.
I soon realize that this must be the main room. There is another man sitting at a table. I wonder who he is. He looks like he'd be older than Eagle. He's got dark hair. Black. What is with black hair? That boy when we came in had black hair too. But he didn't have the sideburns that this man has. And this mans eyebrows are kinda...... bushy. I'm glad Eagle's eyebrows aren't bushy like that. I giggle slightly, thinking about how bad that would look if he had big eyebrows.
I scold myself. It's not right to make fun of people like that. I'm sure that he can't help it if he has bushy eyebrows. But I'm still glad Eagle's eyebrows are thin and cute.
I smile. Eagle leads me in the room. The man looks up. His eyes are kind of scary. But not as scary as Master Swordsman Lantis. No one is quite as scary as he is. But he wasn't scary that one night.
I sigh lightly. That was the night I met Eagle. I always smile when I think of that night. That's the night my whole outlook on life changed. That's the night my dreams came true. That was my perfect day.
"Geo, this is Karu," I hear Eagle say, snapping me back to reality. The man stands up and holds out his hand.
"Hello."
I smile and shake his hand. Everyone here is certainly friendly.
"This is Geo Metro," Eagle explains to me. Another last name. I sometimes wish I had a last name. As of late I really wish I had a last name, preferably the name Vision.
I nod lightly and let out a soft hello. The man sits back down and goes back to his papers. I glance down at the papers. It's in some weird language that I can't read. Probably a language from Autozam, not that my Cephirian language in writing is any too good.
"Well, this is the cockpit," Eagle says. I smile and nod. It's certainly an interesting room. I don't know what to say. "What would you like to see now?" he asks me. I shrug. I don't know what's here. I just want to be with him.
He smiles and leads me out of the room. I guess he had an idea. We walk down the hall and reach a door. He holds it open for me and follows me in. He lets me sit at a table and he goes to a small counter. I glance around. It looks like a kitchen. It's small and cute.
He walks back over, carrying two coffee mugs. In both a string hangs out. Why is there a string hanging out of those cups?
He places one of the cups in front of me. "It's tea," he says. He probably saw my weird face. "Have you ever had tea before?"
I shake my head. "No," I tell him.
"Well, it's quite good. It's a drink, though I gather you can tell that already. You stir the tea bag until the drink is mixed."
I nod and watch him as he stirs the bag around the cup. I mimick him, hoping I"m doing this right. Eagle smiles lightly, and I assume that I'm correct. I watch as Eagle pulls out the bag in his drink. I look at my dirty colored water and do the same. Eagle takes a sip and sighs happily. I carefully take a sip myself, finding the new taste quite interesting.
"So, what do you think?" Eagle asks.
I hesitate a moment. "It's interesting."
"It's alright if you do not like it. Everyone has different tastes."
"No, it's just that it's a new taste. It's not bad. Maybe it's one of those things that kind of grows on you."
Eagle nods and takes another sip of the warm drink. I sigh lightly, hoping that I didn't upset him or offend him in any way. The last thing I need to do is to get Eagle upset.
After spending a sufficient amount of time in the kitchen drinking this new drink and eating lunch, we head back out to the halls. I hold Eagle's hand and he points out a few areas of the ship. I followed interestedly, but not half as interested as I am in the tall, handsome man sharing this day with me.