Macross 7 fanfic:
Soul in Tune with a Wish:
Book 2 (2/10)
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Mylene struggled to control both her breathing and the overwhelming
urge to thwap Basara's head. She studied the couple, taking note of the way
Elma clutched Basara's arm.
Gamlin turned to Basara.
"Do you know where she's from?"
His expression was that of a deer caught in headlights. "I met her when
I landed on Planet Zola."
"Basara!" She squeezed his arm tighter, rubbing her head against the
rippling muscles of his arm.
Captain Max sighed.
"She doesn't have a G-Visa, nor any of the documents required for her to
stay. We could get into serious trouble if she doesn't have proper
identification."
The Mayor nodded. "I can arrange it so that she has a two week residence
pass, but after then, she has to go home." She studied the two. "Basara,
it would mean a lot if you would straighten out whatever business you
have with her, and kindly escort her back to her home."
Basara turned to Elma.
"Does your father know about this?"
When she turned away Basara sighed deeply, "This could mean trouble."
Captain Maximillian sighed as well.
"Things like this start unnecessary wars."
*********
Mylene gathered her things hastily.
::I'll get the music and equipment, and i'll be out of here::
As she picked up the last of her papers, Basara entered with Elma.
"And this is the room you'll be staying in."
Mylene turned to face them quickly. ::oh brother::
"I was just leaving."
Basara frowned.
"You don't have to go yet."
Mylene shook her head. "It's getting late and we have an early practice
tomorrow"
"Then why don't you sleep over? You can stay in my room."
Mylene paled.
"Then where would you sleep?"
"On the couch." Basara said matter-of-factly.
Mylene continued.
"Well I don't have any clothes..."
Basara pointed to Elma. "Neither does she. How about we go to your place
and pick up some stuff for the both of you... it's better than going home
all by yourself."
The papers fell from Mylene's grasp. "S-sure."
Before Basara could even smile in approval, there was a knock at the door.
He turned to Elma.
"This is Mylene. You two make friends while go see who's at the door."
Mylene nearly popped a vein ::make friends?::
As Basara left the room, Elma walked towards a flustered Mylene.
*********
"Who is it?" Basara said as he peeped through the keyhole.
"It's Gamlin."
Basara proceeded to remove the lock.
"Yo."
Gamlin smiled.
"I just came to discuss your business with the uh--"
"You mean Elma?" Basara finished.
Gamlin nodded. "Exactly. A missing person's report on your friend has been
sent to just about every space fleet in the galaxy."
Basara sighed. "Graham must be worried then."
Gamlin furrowed his eyebrows as he walked into the room. "Graham?"
Basara nodded. "Look, I was just about to go with Mylene to her place, if you
wanna talk, you can stay here with Elma until we come back."
Gamlin turned to Basara "Is Ray with her now?"
Basara shook his head. "He's out somewhere with Akiko."
Gamlin blushed. "I see."
Just then Mylene entered. "Well, Basara let's go..."
Basara walked towards her. "Are you okay with this?"
As Mylene studied the concern in his golden eyes she calmed. "Of course baka.
A friend of yours is a friend of mine."
Basara placed an arm around her shoulder and they proceeded towards the door.
"I knew I could count on you. For a second there I thought you were jealous."
Mylene nearly choked on her words. "J-JEALOUS! OF WHAT?"
Basara covered his ears. "Geez, you're loud."
As they left the room, Gamlin couldn't help but grin. :: I did do the right
thing::
*********
As Mylene fumbled for her keys in the dimly lit hall, Basara continued to
speak.
"It's pretty dangerous living here by yourself." He placed a hand into his
pocket to feign non-chalance. "You should move in with Ray and I."
Mylene found them under her sunglasses. "Why? Are you worried about me?"
Basara blushed slightly. "I didn't say all that but concerts run pretty late
nowadays... and with these fans, anything could happen."
Mylene flipped the lightswitch on and dropped her bundle onto the couch.
Basara followed, swatting away a floating fish balloon.
"I mean, you couldn't handle it if something went wrong."
Mylene walked towards the refrigerator. "Do you have anything to eat at your
place?"
Basara knitted his eyebrows. "I think so... But even if we don't we can
always have something delivered."
Mylene packed some ingredients into a plastic bag. "Not good enough. I'll
cook something when we get back."
Basara smiled. "You don't have to do all that."
"If I left it up to you we'd all starve."
Basara folded his arms across his chest and began to walk towards the kitchen.
"Don't try to change the subject. It's dangerous for you to be living here
by yourself. Remember when that little kid was stalking you? You couldn't
even handle that. Imagine if it's some deranged creep out to get you? Then
what?"
Mylene tied the bag shut and turned to Basara. "Then i'd call you and ask
for help. And now that we're on that subject, would you help me with this
bag? It's awfully heavy and I don't think I can pack clothes and hold it at
the same time."
Basara sighed before taking the bundle.
"You're so stubborn."
*********
Elma emerged from the room to find Gamlin seated comfortably on the couch.
"Is Basara here?"
"You're up." Gamlin offered a gentle smile. "No he's not here."
Elma frowned.
"But I'm sure he'll be back shortly." Gamlin rose from his seat
::I didn't know she spoke Japanese:: "Is there anything I can help you with?"
Elma nodded. "Do you know where I can do cooking?"
"The kitchen i guess?"
She nodded.
Gamlin rubbed the back of his head. "Actually I don't know where it is, but
I'm sure we can find it if we look hard enough." he laughed uncomfortably.
*********
Mylene emerged from her room with a suitcase.
"She has a smaller frame than me right?"
Basara placed a finger in his chin. "Slightly smaller... I'm sure your
clothes won't be terribly big.
Mylene nodded. "I thought so. These should last her for about 2 weeks."
Basara inched closer. "So you have everything she needs here?"
Mylene shook her head. "Not quite. We need to buy her underwear--"
Basara's face was unreadable as Mylene continued.
"I absolutely do *not* share underwear."
Basara spoke. "I don't think she wears underwear."
Mylene's eyes widened. "How do you know that?"
Basara watched Mylene's face become increasingly angry. "I don't know,
I just noticed it... I'm pretty sure she doesn't."
Mylene buried her face in her hands. ::So they are more than friends::
::What's wrong with her?:: Basara thought. "Look, are there any underwear
stores open?"
Mylene shook her head. "I can get mamma to make an overnight delivery."
*********
"Did you find the pepper?"
Gamlin rummaged through the cabinet. "Almost.. Ah! here it is."
Elma outstretched her free hand.
Gamlin climbed down. "Is that all you needed?"
Elma nodded.
As the pot boiled, the Major moved closer. "That smells really good."
Elma sprinkled the pepper before turning the stove off.
"Would you like to taste some?"
Gamlin nodded.
To Be Continued
NOTES:
1. This chapter was starting to get long so I chopped it when I started to
get tired... very rough draft....
2. See ya till i get a chance to write more...
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Soul in Tune with a Wish:
Book 2 (2/10)
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Mylene struggled to control both her breathing and the overwhelming
urge to thwap Basara's head. She studied the couple, taking note of the way
Elma clutched Basara's arm.
Gamlin turned to Basara.
"Do you know where she's from?"
His expression was that of a deer caught in headlights. "I met her when
I landed on Planet Zola."
"Basara!" She squeezed his arm tighter, rubbing her head against the
rippling muscles of his arm.
Captain Max sighed.
"She doesn't have a G-Visa, nor any of the documents required for her to
stay. We could get into serious trouble if she doesn't have proper
identification."
The Mayor nodded. "I can arrange it so that she has a two week residence
pass, but after then, she has to go home." She studied the two. "Basara,
it would mean a lot if you would straighten out whatever business you
have with her, and kindly escort her back to her home."
Basara turned to Elma.
"Does your father know about this?"
When she turned away Basara sighed deeply, "This could mean trouble."
Captain Maximillian sighed as well.
"Things like this start unnecessary wars."
*********
Mylene gathered her things hastily.
::I'll get the music and equipment, and i'll be out of here::
As she picked up the last of her papers, Basara entered with Elma.
"And this is the room you'll be staying in."
Mylene turned to face them quickly. ::oh brother::
"I was just leaving."
Basara frowned.
"You don't have to go yet."
Mylene shook her head. "It's getting late and we have an early practice
tomorrow"
"Then why don't you sleep over? You can stay in my room."
Mylene paled.
"Then where would you sleep?"
"On the couch." Basara said matter-of-factly.
Mylene continued.
"Well I don't have any clothes..."
Basara pointed to Elma. "Neither does she. How about we go to your place
and pick up some stuff for the both of you... it's better than going home
all by yourself."
The papers fell from Mylene's grasp. "S-sure."
Before Basara could even smile in approval, there was a knock at the door.
He turned to Elma.
"This is Mylene. You two make friends while go see who's at the door."
Mylene nearly popped a vein ::make friends?::
As Basara left the room, Elma walked towards a flustered Mylene.
*********
"Who is it?" Basara said as he peeped through the keyhole.
"It's Gamlin."
Basara proceeded to remove the lock.
"Yo."
Gamlin smiled.
"I just came to discuss your business with the uh--"
"You mean Elma?" Basara finished.
Gamlin nodded. "Exactly. A missing person's report on your friend has been
sent to just about every space fleet in the galaxy."
Basara sighed. "Graham must be worried then."
Gamlin furrowed his eyebrows as he walked into the room. "Graham?"
Basara nodded. "Look, I was just about to go with Mylene to her place, if you
wanna talk, you can stay here with Elma until we come back."
Gamlin turned to Basara "Is Ray with her now?"
Basara shook his head. "He's out somewhere with Akiko."
Gamlin blushed. "I see."
Just then Mylene entered. "Well, Basara let's go..."
Basara walked towards her. "Are you okay with this?"
As Mylene studied the concern in his golden eyes she calmed. "Of course baka.
A friend of yours is a friend of mine."
Basara placed an arm around her shoulder and they proceeded towards the door.
"I knew I could count on you. For a second there I thought you were jealous."
Mylene nearly choked on her words. "J-JEALOUS! OF WHAT?"
Basara covered his ears. "Geez, you're loud."
As they left the room, Gamlin couldn't help but grin. :: I did do the right
thing::
*********
As Mylene fumbled for her keys in the dimly lit hall, Basara continued to
speak.
"It's pretty dangerous living here by yourself." He placed a hand into his
pocket to feign non-chalance. "You should move in with Ray and I."
Mylene found them under her sunglasses. "Why? Are you worried about me?"
Basara blushed slightly. "I didn't say all that but concerts run pretty late
nowadays... and with these fans, anything could happen."
Mylene flipped the lightswitch on and dropped her bundle onto the couch.
Basara followed, swatting away a floating fish balloon.
"I mean, you couldn't handle it if something went wrong."
Mylene walked towards the refrigerator. "Do you have anything to eat at your
place?"
Basara knitted his eyebrows. "I think so... But even if we don't we can
always have something delivered."
Mylene packed some ingredients into a plastic bag. "Not good enough. I'll
cook something when we get back."
Basara smiled. "You don't have to do all that."
"If I left it up to you we'd all starve."
Basara folded his arms across his chest and began to walk towards the kitchen.
"Don't try to change the subject. It's dangerous for you to be living here
by yourself. Remember when that little kid was stalking you? You couldn't
even handle that. Imagine if it's some deranged creep out to get you? Then
what?"
Mylene tied the bag shut and turned to Basara. "Then i'd call you and ask
for help. And now that we're on that subject, would you help me with this
bag? It's awfully heavy and I don't think I can pack clothes and hold it at
the same time."
Basara sighed before taking the bundle.
"You're so stubborn."
*********
Elma emerged from the room to find Gamlin seated comfortably on the couch.
"Is Basara here?"
"You're up." Gamlin offered a gentle smile. "No he's not here."
Elma frowned.
"But I'm sure he'll be back shortly." Gamlin rose from his seat
::I didn't know she spoke Japanese:: "Is there anything I can help you with?"
Elma nodded. "Do you know where I can do cooking?"
"The kitchen i guess?"
She nodded.
Gamlin rubbed the back of his head. "Actually I don't know where it is, but
I'm sure we can find it if we look hard enough." he laughed uncomfortably.
*********
Mylene emerged from her room with a suitcase.
"She has a smaller frame than me right?"
Basara placed a finger in his chin. "Slightly smaller... I'm sure your
clothes won't be terribly big.
Mylene nodded. "I thought so. These should last her for about 2 weeks."
Basara inched closer. "So you have everything she needs here?"
Mylene shook her head. "Not quite. We need to buy her underwear--"
Basara's face was unreadable as Mylene continued.
"I absolutely do *not* share underwear."
Basara spoke. "I don't think she wears underwear."
Mylene's eyes widened. "How do you know that?"
Basara watched Mylene's face become increasingly angry. "I don't know,
I just noticed it... I'm pretty sure she doesn't."
Mylene buried her face in her hands. ::So they are more than friends::
::What's wrong with her?:: Basara thought. "Look, are there any underwear
stores open?"
Mylene shook her head. "I can get mamma to make an overnight delivery."
*********
"Did you find the pepper?"
Gamlin rummaged through the cabinet. "Almost.. Ah! here it is."
Elma outstretched her free hand.
Gamlin climbed down. "Is that all you needed?"
Elma nodded.
As the pot boiled, the Major moved closer. "That smells really good."
Elma sprinkled the pepper before turning the stove off.
"Would you like to taste some?"
Gamlin nodded.
To Be Continued
NOTES:
1. This chapter was starting to get long so I chopped it when I started to
get tired... very rough draft....
2. See ya till i get a chance to write more...
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