The Trinity and Hannah Chronicles!
For your information: Trinity and Hannah live in an off-campus dorm room on L10, where the original story first took place. (How can they get away with it, you ask? It's in the AC timeline! Anything can happen! And it always seems to...)
After Colony 198: There were no Trinity bits. Physically, anyways things had gone pretty much back to normal. Since nobody was left in Trinity's immediate family, (save uncle Jim) she had moved into Hannah's dorm room.
Nothing much had changed other than another one of Trinity's growth spurts. It had made Hannah's life a living hell, but it was all good. She remembered that little thing she liked to call a glaive. And a change sock. Order quickly ensued. (Not to mention the weeklong headache Trinity had acquired along the way.)
Neither had seen or heard from the boys in months. They had left to join the Preventers. Both girls had felt bad but they knew neither could make them stay. It was a tearful goodbye, but it was all in the past. It was AC 198, after all. A time to start anew.
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"Hey, Trinity? What do ya want for supper?" Hannah called from the kitchen.
"What did you make during your foods class?" Trinity called from… well it was probably the bathroom. But it could have been under her bed. They were both quite messy and kami knows you could get lost in both for days.
"Beer cheese soup." (Did you know that they put real bear in that?)
"Oh! Sounds good! I'll have some of that." Trinity called. She couldn't remember the last time she had had good beer cheese soup. But it has had to have been with Eonian….
"Ah," Hannah cut in, (Trinity WAS in the bathroom, after all!) "Trying to remember your glory days with Duo? Wahahahahahaha! I win!" she finished, starting up the happy dance in all of its glory.
"Ha. Ha. Look, I've been watching Iron Chef and I learned that the alcohol is cooked out of the food and therefore I cannot get drunk! So ha! Point one for Trinity!" she said, feeling quite proud of herself.
"That is true young grasshopper, but you still have much to learn. Trust me."
Trinity looked a bit confused, but walked out of the small kitchen, anyway…. "Yes… I've gotta get my sword sharpened, okay? I'll be back in a few." She said as she picked up a long object wrapped up in a towel.
"A few what? Seconds?"
"No."
"Minutes?"
"Uh.."
"Kilometres?"
"That's it. Kilometres. That being distance and having nothing to do with time," Trinity answered to her shorter friend dryly. "About an hour, dear child."
"Alright. That wasn't so hard, now was it? Dinner will probably be ready when you get back."
"Yes! Food! But don't for get the chocolate-"
"Milk," Hannah finished. "Yeah, yeah. You and your chocolate milk. Why don't you buy a gallon while you're out? You've nearly inhaled the last gallon AND all of the Nesquick."
"Alright!" Trinity called from the distance. Apparantally she didn't hear the part about inhaling the milk. Either that or she didn't care.
"Hm… now where did I put that soup?" Hannah said to no one in particular. She looked around a bit until the spare brain cell started working. It reminded her that she had put it in the fridge. Hannah didn't remember putting the soup in the fridge, but she also didn't remember what colour socks she was wearing, either. (They were blue with 'Monday' written on them, if anybody is interested. It was Thursday.)
Hannah walked over to the fridge. Something seemed so familiar about it, which was weird. It was just a retro-ish antique that her and Trinity had picked up in a flea market for $40. Who had an old stainless steel Whirlpool fridge, nowadays? It had an electrical outlet, for God's sakes!
Hannah visibly winced as she touched the shiny steel handle. There was something about it. It was so cold. Everything was cold. And dark. Except for the shiny floating balls all around her.. Hannah went around feeling deftly for the counter. While doing so she could have sworn she saw a-
Hannah released her grip on the refrigerator handle. (I guess it would have been easier to find a counter if she didn't have a death grip on the fridge for dear life.) She was sweating.
"Well… some much for the soup."
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"DO DO DO! Getting my sword sharpened! Yes, I'm getting my sword sharpened!" Trinity sang surprisingly in key. It didn't seem like the tall girl cared how much attention she was drawing to herself. She was doing it so easily, that if drawing attention was an Olympic event, Trinity would probably win it. But since it isn't, she looked kinda scary. She got the most when she hit a glass-shattering high C. (if you play flute, you know what I mean. We all know how painful that note is.)
Gliding around the corner, she let her newly long hair fly every which way around her face. (Mmmm! Folage!). Momentarily blinded, she had nearly run into a light pole but side stepped it at the last second. And got her foot stuck in a storm gutter.
"Life sucks," Trinity growled, pulling her foot out of the gutter. Her shoe was completely soaked and was beginning to smell like.. sewer water. Luckily, the shop was right next to the where the gutter happened to be, so she hopped into the store on her dry foot and presented the sword to the nice salesperson lady, trying not to drip any sewer water on the nice woman.
"Ah yes. Trinity, isn't it?" The clerk asked. Trinity nodded as the lady took the sword from her hands. " I guessed as much. You have the nicest hilt for miles! It's still in very good shape after all of this time!" Trinity blushed at the compliment. "This won't take long. In the mean time, you should look around a bit."
Trinity nodded an "okay" before the clerk walked into a curtain in another part of the store.
The shop smelled of chamomile and jasmine. It brought the tall girl back to a simpler time when Eonian had made jasmine tea for the both of them. Trinity, being still rather young at the time, stuck her nose up at the sight of it, so Eonian had made her chamomile instead. Trinity grinned at the thought. 'But that was before everything. I've gotta stop living in the past.'
The store was full of other strange and amazing things, too. Each piece of merchandise seemed to remind Trinity of something pertaining to her "old life" as she liked to call it. She searched around for what felt like seconds until she felt a light tapping on her shoulder.
She spun around and came face to face with one large, pointy object in her face. "Uh….?"
"Your sword is done, Trin," the lady said and handed her the sword, hilt first.
Trinity blinked Trin? Oh, good God…she clasped her head as a headache began. It was a fake one that ended after she paid for the sharpening. Sword once again under her arm, she began to frolic on the way. It was a good day. Food was about to be eaten and her sword was shiny and new. Who could ask for more?
She made it half way into the street, when she paused, remembering something.
"Milk! I nearly forgot the chocolate milk!" Trinity ran swiftly down the street (well, as swiftly as you can while trying to make sure not to poke anybody in the eye with a sharp, pointy object) and into the nearest convience store. She skidded to a halt at her grocer's dairy case. In a motion that could only be thought of as love (some freaky, scary love) she whipped the milk out of the fridge and cradled it in her arms, like a baby (Somebody needs a man!).
As she rushed to the cash register to pay for her nourishment/ possible new sex toy, she knocked over a nice old lady using a cane. Normally, Trinity would have gone back over and helped her up but this was CHOCOLATE milk. It could be likened to the Holy Grail. She hurried back on her way home after paying; food was waiting.
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"Well, this is interesting. I'm still on the ground and not moving," Hannah said to herself. As was said before, she was indeed sitting on the ground, deciding what to tell the human garbage disposal where her food was. "Hmm. I must think of a good excuse. How about… um… er… the linoleum was on fire and I had to extinguish the flames? But then why would I be on the floor? I could throw some coffee grounds on the floor and then maybe she won't notice." Hannah finished, hoping that Trinity would be feeling stupid tonight. (That's what school does to ya. It puts you in a constant stupor until you don't know D-Day from Pearl Harbour. Or something to that effect.)
The handle of the door was turning. It was visible from the special place on the floor where Hannah was sitting. In came Trinity, with the milk and the sword carefully pointed away from the carton. (I can't stress enough about it being pointed AWAY! We can't have spilt milk, can we?)
"What do I smell?" Trinity cried. "Could it be…" she sniffed around the kitchen for a bit, "nothing? Where's my supper?"
"Um…in my pants. Come and get it." Hannah said, with just a bit of frustration present in her voice.
"Is that an option?" Trinity asked sarcastically.
"What do you think?"
"Come on. Where is it? I'm hungry!" the tall girl nearly broke out into an all-out whine.
"…I ate it. And gave the rest to the cat parliament. They were famished after all of the legal proceedings that went into proving Allianah wasn't selling our military tactics to the World Nation . Now just leave me alone. I have homework to do." Hannah pulled herself off of the floor, stalked out of the kitchen and into the solace of the bedroom the two girls shared.
"Great. Now what am I going to do about supper?" Trinity asked the milk. It didn't respond, so she drank it to atone for its insubordination.
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"Create a compound-complex sentence using the word 'flamboyant'? What is that going to teach me?" Hannah was obviously getting a tad bit miffed with her homework. Normally, she would have asked Trinity what to do, but she didn't feel like talking right now. She would much rather kill something until it was dead. And bloody. And maimed. Okay, so it was more like a some one. But that's not the point. The point is, is that the bed she was sitting on at the moment was looking really cozy. But it was only 8:34, and Hannah had quite a bit of studying to do.
"Awww, screw it. I'm tired. And an under-rested fairy just makes hell for everybody around her." She mumbled. The blonde put on her pyjamas and stumbled into bed. A real feat, actually, considering how tired and hungry she was. Hannah being a human garbage disposal herself, not eating in over 8 hours was enough to kill her. It felt as if her stomach was trying to eat her from the inside out. It wasn't the best thought because having blood in the bed is never good. It's such a bitch to clean up.
"Hannah?" Trinity whispered, walking into the dark yet elegantly decorated room. (Well, as elegantly as a room for 2 teenage girls can get. Okay, at least everything matched.) "Can I come in? I have to get something."
All she got was a mumble and grumble in response. "Somebody sounds like a disgruntled postal worker."
"Yeah. But that would make me a disgruntled postal worker with a stun gun next to her bed." Trinity hardly made out. She saw a hand sticking out of Hannah's bed, pointing under it. Since the girls had escaped death on several occasions AND helped kill the founders of some very hostile organizations, they both deemed it fit to have a bit of protection around their death. Somebody had to be a bit miffed about a couple of kids killing off their "saviours".
Thinking for a second,(after stepping away from the shorter girls bed and out of the range of a stun gun) Trinity realized couldn't remember what she came into the room for. Those things happen sometimes. An attempt was made at lifting her eyebrow in frustration. When that didn't work, she settled for curling her lip to her nose. (it looks really cool!) 'Maybe if I go to the desk, it will jog my memory!' She thought to herself. And thus, she started dodging the small piles of clothing that littered her half of the room as she made her way over. (Trinity's side really wasn't that dirty. It was just the little pieces of school clothing from hell that nobody felt like picking up. Trinity and Hannah were planning accumulating a little more and starting a bon fire.)
"Don't touch my notebook." Hannah's voice came out of nowhere.
'Huh? What notebook?' Trinity scanned the desk for the said object. When she found it she began, 'Hm. I've never seen this before. I wonder what's in it?' So Trinity picked up the notebook. As an afterthought, she also picked up an astronomy book and headed out into the minute place the two girls liked to call 'living room'.
Suffocation room was more like it. With barely enough room to fit their small loveseat, recliner, and 20" TV, neither spent too much time there. It was a good place to study, though, because it got a really good downdraft of all of the nearby restaurants. (Which is the only reason why the girls live off-campus. Food seems to lure these girls quite a bit.)
So Trinity plopped down in the overstuffed recliner and took a look-see at the coveted object of Hannah. The front was glossy, due to the fact that there was a laminate on the front. Pictures were plastered under it. Exotic places, gymnasts, dancers, jokes, remnants of times forgotten were all held in place by a firm piece of plastic.
Being extra careful, Trinity slowly opened the book, as if looking for the right passage to start. At around the middle, there was a story called, "Just Breathe". 'I didn't know Hannah wrote. I thought it was just me. And I only do it when I hurt.' But it was full of other things, too. There were crude drawings, (Hannah couldn't draw and admitted it on a daily basis) recipes for things Trinity was afraid to pronounce, but also dated entries.
'Even though it's wrong, you have to do something bad every once and a while….besides. She knows all about me. Why shouldn't I know about her?' Trinity justified to herself. So she read one.
1 14 September, 195
It has started. The war to end all wars. At least, I hope so. And I hope that it's over, soon. There was an explosion on L5 a few days ago. There were no survivors. I mourn. I guess I was to be on L5, which means that I probably should be dead, too. But I'm not. In fact, I'm in a hospital right now on L10, for some reason. The doctors say that it's just precautionary, but I know the real reason. I didn't have any ID on me. They don't know who I am. In fact, I-
And so it ended. Well, not really, but it seemed that Hannah had deemed it fit to get out of bed to go to the bathroom. Putting the notebook out of site (IE: under the cushion), Trinity whipped out the astronomy book and turned to a seemingly appropriate page.
*flush~ I'm sure you wanted to know that*
Since Hannah was only half-conscious at the time, she wasn't in as bad of a mood as she was before. (She also didn't realize that the book of planets was upside down.) Oh, sure. The mutterings of world domination were still there, but when weren't they? To touch her cat animal cracker parliament unless you happened to be feeding them was considered treason and you had a death wish. So Hannah trudged back into her bed, not muttering a coherent word towards the brunette.
Once Hannah was safely tucked back into bed, Trinity ripped out the notebook and flipped it back open, but lost the original page. 'Great. Now I can't find the page I was on,' she thought to herself, turning the pages. Being too involved in what she was doing, she didn't notice the evil shadow looming over her…
"Give me that!" Hannah yelled, pulling the coveted object out of the sworded one's hands and gave her a death glare that could have frozen an oven at 475 degrees. (I've been in foods too long.) "What do you think you're doing? I thought I told you- aw, fuck it," (Hannah is tired- she swears when she's tired and extremely mad. The brain cells do enough to help her breathe. That is all. It's like watching a cave-man with verbal skills.) "We'll talk about this in the morning," she finished, storming through the small living space and back into the bedroom the girls shared, seeming to leave an evil presence after her.
"How does she do that?"
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Trinity woke up, her hair standing in every direction imaginable. And thus another flashback ensued. ' I remember when I did this with Nadir once when he came home from school. Before he became the vengeful psychopath I came to know and love. We ate popcorn and watched old movies and slept on the couch… ah, the good old days…'
Trinity's thoughts were disrupted by drawers slamming in the bathroom. Apparantally, Hannah had gotten up earlier than normal. And she still was a tad miffed. The mumbled obscenities wafting out the door along with steam made it clear:
Today was not going to be a good day.
The house shook as a certain blonde trudged towards Trinity. "It's tomorrow."
"So it is…" Trinity fidgeted in her chair. The door was too far away to make an escape for, so the brown haired one hoped for only a slight tongue- lashing.
"What in the HELL were you doing, last night? Well, I guess that it was pretty obvious what you were doing. But that's not the point. That was my personal property. I guess I didn't make it obvious enough by asking you NOT to touch my notebook. I know you have about as many intelligence lapses as me, but I didn't think you would lose all common sense," Hannah growled, hair dripping onto her uniform. Apparently she had just taken a shower. And apparently that still hadn't cooled her down. Ouch.
"I know. I'm really sorry-"
"Wait, I just got a second wind. I thought I could trust you. Friends can normally do that. You know, the thing where they can both use Girl Scouts honour without the whole pledge thing? Especially the part about, "I will try to be honest and fair"? I know you weren't a Girl Scout or anything, but everybody knows the Girl Scout code. Now that I know I'm going to have to keep my personal property under lock and key-"
"Um… are you done yet?"
"…yes. Second wind over."
"If you would have let me finish, I would have said that I was really REALLY sorry!" Trinity exclaimed, moving over to the other side of the couch either in fear of the repercussion that she could expect, or she was tired of getting a mini shower from Hannah's long blond hair. "I don't know how I'm going to make it up to you, but don't worry. I'm sure I'll figure something out. You're my best friend and closest thing to family that I've got and I don't want to lose that. Without it, I would have went over the deep edge long ago."
Shooting a look that could possibly just maim now, the blonde stated, "Fine. That could have just been PMS talking, but don't do it again. EVER. Have I made myself clear? Or you will die. A death much more painful than anything you could ever imagine. Do you remember the plot we had to destroy the wack-a-doo with?"
"Yeah. The one with the bleeding with small cuts, burning, peeing on the aches and slipping them into Wufei's morning tea? And then taking his poo and burning it with some valve oil and cork grease?"
Yes, that one. I can do worse." she finished. With that, she walked into the shared bedroom and proceeded to dry off her hair and put it back into her standard ponytail.
Slightly taken aback by the startling comment just made towards her, Trinity did the only thing she could do to keep from wetting herself. Make fun of everything Hannah said. 'Damn. I had a really good comeback to that PMS comment and I can't even say it. This really isn't gonna be a good day! HA! In order to have PMS ya need to grow! And…erm…never mind. It sounded better thinking it. Wait…' after that thought, Trinity noticed that the shower was open. 'Why not? Something good should at least come from today? If it's only a shower, so be it!'
For your information: Trinity and Hannah live in an off-campus dorm room on L10, where the original story first took place. (How can they get away with it, you ask? It's in the AC timeline! Anything can happen! And it always seems to...)
After Colony 198: There were no Trinity bits. Physically, anyways things had gone pretty much back to normal. Since nobody was left in Trinity's immediate family, (save uncle Jim) she had moved into Hannah's dorm room.
Nothing much had changed other than another one of Trinity's growth spurts. It had made Hannah's life a living hell, but it was all good. She remembered that little thing she liked to call a glaive. And a change sock. Order quickly ensued. (Not to mention the weeklong headache Trinity had acquired along the way.)
Neither had seen or heard from the boys in months. They had left to join the Preventers. Both girls had felt bad but they knew neither could make them stay. It was a tearful goodbye, but it was all in the past. It was AC 198, after all. A time to start anew.
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"Hey, Trinity? What do ya want for supper?" Hannah called from the kitchen.
"What did you make during your foods class?" Trinity called from… well it was probably the bathroom. But it could have been under her bed. They were both quite messy and kami knows you could get lost in both for days.
"Beer cheese soup." (Did you know that they put real bear in that?)
"Oh! Sounds good! I'll have some of that." Trinity called. She couldn't remember the last time she had had good beer cheese soup. But it has had to have been with Eonian….
"Ah," Hannah cut in, (Trinity WAS in the bathroom, after all!) "Trying to remember your glory days with Duo? Wahahahahahaha! I win!" she finished, starting up the happy dance in all of its glory.
"Ha. Ha. Look, I've been watching Iron Chef and I learned that the alcohol is cooked out of the food and therefore I cannot get drunk! So ha! Point one for Trinity!" she said, feeling quite proud of herself.
"That is true young grasshopper, but you still have much to learn. Trust me."
Trinity looked a bit confused, but walked out of the small kitchen, anyway…. "Yes… I've gotta get my sword sharpened, okay? I'll be back in a few." She said as she picked up a long object wrapped up in a towel.
"A few what? Seconds?"
"No."
"Minutes?"
"Uh.."
"Kilometres?"
"That's it. Kilometres. That being distance and having nothing to do with time," Trinity answered to her shorter friend dryly. "About an hour, dear child."
"Alright. That wasn't so hard, now was it? Dinner will probably be ready when you get back."
"Yes! Food! But don't for get the chocolate-"
"Milk," Hannah finished. "Yeah, yeah. You and your chocolate milk. Why don't you buy a gallon while you're out? You've nearly inhaled the last gallon AND all of the Nesquick."
"Alright!" Trinity called from the distance. Apparantally she didn't hear the part about inhaling the milk. Either that or she didn't care.
"Hm… now where did I put that soup?" Hannah said to no one in particular. She looked around a bit until the spare brain cell started working. It reminded her that she had put it in the fridge. Hannah didn't remember putting the soup in the fridge, but she also didn't remember what colour socks she was wearing, either. (They were blue with 'Monday' written on them, if anybody is interested. It was Thursday.)
Hannah walked over to the fridge. Something seemed so familiar about it, which was weird. It was just a retro-ish antique that her and Trinity had picked up in a flea market for $40. Who had an old stainless steel Whirlpool fridge, nowadays? It had an electrical outlet, for God's sakes!
Hannah visibly winced as she touched the shiny steel handle. There was something about it. It was so cold. Everything was cold. And dark. Except for the shiny floating balls all around her.. Hannah went around feeling deftly for the counter. While doing so she could have sworn she saw a-
Hannah released her grip on the refrigerator handle. (I guess it would have been easier to find a counter if she didn't have a death grip on the fridge for dear life.) She was sweating.
"Well… some much for the soup."
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"DO DO DO! Getting my sword sharpened! Yes, I'm getting my sword sharpened!" Trinity sang surprisingly in key. It didn't seem like the tall girl cared how much attention she was drawing to herself. She was doing it so easily, that if drawing attention was an Olympic event, Trinity would probably win it. But since it isn't, she looked kinda scary. She got the most when she hit a glass-shattering high C. (if you play flute, you know what I mean. We all know how painful that note is.)
Gliding around the corner, she let her newly long hair fly every which way around her face. (Mmmm! Folage!). Momentarily blinded, she had nearly run into a light pole but side stepped it at the last second. And got her foot stuck in a storm gutter.
"Life sucks," Trinity growled, pulling her foot out of the gutter. Her shoe was completely soaked and was beginning to smell like.. sewer water. Luckily, the shop was right next to the where the gutter happened to be, so she hopped into the store on her dry foot and presented the sword to the nice salesperson lady, trying not to drip any sewer water on the nice woman.
"Ah yes. Trinity, isn't it?" The clerk asked. Trinity nodded as the lady took the sword from her hands. " I guessed as much. You have the nicest hilt for miles! It's still in very good shape after all of this time!" Trinity blushed at the compliment. "This won't take long. In the mean time, you should look around a bit."
Trinity nodded an "okay" before the clerk walked into a curtain in another part of the store.
The shop smelled of chamomile and jasmine. It brought the tall girl back to a simpler time when Eonian had made jasmine tea for the both of them. Trinity, being still rather young at the time, stuck her nose up at the sight of it, so Eonian had made her chamomile instead. Trinity grinned at the thought. 'But that was before everything. I've gotta stop living in the past.'
The store was full of other strange and amazing things, too. Each piece of merchandise seemed to remind Trinity of something pertaining to her "old life" as she liked to call it. She searched around for what felt like seconds until she felt a light tapping on her shoulder.
She spun around and came face to face with one large, pointy object in her face. "Uh….?"
"Your sword is done, Trin," the lady said and handed her the sword, hilt first.
Trinity blinked Trin? Oh, good God…she clasped her head as a headache began. It was a fake one that ended after she paid for the sharpening. Sword once again under her arm, she began to frolic on the way. It was a good day. Food was about to be eaten and her sword was shiny and new. Who could ask for more?
She made it half way into the street, when she paused, remembering something.
"Milk! I nearly forgot the chocolate milk!" Trinity ran swiftly down the street (well, as swiftly as you can while trying to make sure not to poke anybody in the eye with a sharp, pointy object) and into the nearest convience store. She skidded to a halt at her grocer's dairy case. In a motion that could only be thought of as love (some freaky, scary love) she whipped the milk out of the fridge and cradled it in her arms, like a baby (Somebody needs a man!).
As she rushed to the cash register to pay for her nourishment/ possible new sex toy, she knocked over a nice old lady using a cane. Normally, Trinity would have gone back over and helped her up but this was CHOCOLATE milk. It could be likened to the Holy Grail. She hurried back on her way home after paying; food was waiting.
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"Well, this is interesting. I'm still on the ground and not moving," Hannah said to herself. As was said before, she was indeed sitting on the ground, deciding what to tell the human garbage disposal where her food was. "Hmm. I must think of a good excuse. How about… um… er… the linoleum was on fire and I had to extinguish the flames? But then why would I be on the floor? I could throw some coffee grounds on the floor and then maybe she won't notice." Hannah finished, hoping that Trinity would be feeling stupid tonight. (That's what school does to ya. It puts you in a constant stupor until you don't know D-Day from Pearl Harbour. Or something to that effect.)
The handle of the door was turning. It was visible from the special place on the floor where Hannah was sitting. In came Trinity, with the milk and the sword carefully pointed away from the carton. (I can't stress enough about it being pointed AWAY! We can't have spilt milk, can we?)
"What do I smell?" Trinity cried. "Could it be…" she sniffed around the kitchen for a bit, "nothing? Where's my supper?"
"Um…in my pants. Come and get it." Hannah said, with just a bit of frustration present in her voice.
"Is that an option?" Trinity asked sarcastically.
"What do you think?"
"Come on. Where is it? I'm hungry!" the tall girl nearly broke out into an all-out whine.
"…I ate it. And gave the rest to the cat parliament. They were famished after all of the legal proceedings that went into proving Allianah wasn't selling our military tactics to the World Nation . Now just leave me alone. I have homework to do." Hannah pulled herself off of the floor, stalked out of the kitchen and into the solace of the bedroom the two girls shared.
"Great. Now what am I going to do about supper?" Trinity asked the milk. It didn't respond, so she drank it to atone for its insubordination.
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"Create a compound-complex sentence using the word 'flamboyant'? What is that going to teach me?" Hannah was obviously getting a tad bit miffed with her homework. Normally, she would have asked Trinity what to do, but she didn't feel like talking right now. She would much rather kill something until it was dead. And bloody. And maimed. Okay, so it was more like a some one. But that's not the point. The point is, is that the bed she was sitting on at the moment was looking really cozy. But it was only 8:34, and Hannah had quite a bit of studying to do.
"Awww, screw it. I'm tired. And an under-rested fairy just makes hell for everybody around her." She mumbled. The blonde put on her pyjamas and stumbled into bed. A real feat, actually, considering how tired and hungry she was. Hannah being a human garbage disposal herself, not eating in over 8 hours was enough to kill her. It felt as if her stomach was trying to eat her from the inside out. It wasn't the best thought because having blood in the bed is never good. It's such a bitch to clean up.
"Hannah?" Trinity whispered, walking into the dark yet elegantly decorated room. (Well, as elegantly as a room for 2 teenage girls can get. Okay, at least everything matched.) "Can I come in? I have to get something."
All she got was a mumble and grumble in response. "Somebody sounds like a disgruntled postal worker."
"Yeah. But that would make me a disgruntled postal worker with a stun gun next to her bed." Trinity hardly made out. She saw a hand sticking out of Hannah's bed, pointing under it. Since the girls had escaped death on several occasions AND helped kill the founders of some very hostile organizations, they both deemed it fit to have a bit of protection around their death. Somebody had to be a bit miffed about a couple of kids killing off their "saviours".
Thinking for a second,(after stepping away from the shorter girls bed and out of the range of a stun gun) Trinity realized couldn't remember what she came into the room for. Those things happen sometimes. An attempt was made at lifting her eyebrow in frustration. When that didn't work, she settled for curling her lip to her nose. (it looks really cool!) 'Maybe if I go to the desk, it will jog my memory!' She thought to herself. And thus, she started dodging the small piles of clothing that littered her half of the room as she made her way over. (Trinity's side really wasn't that dirty. It was just the little pieces of school clothing from hell that nobody felt like picking up. Trinity and Hannah were planning accumulating a little more and starting a bon fire.)
"Don't touch my notebook." Hannah's voice came out of nowhere.
'Huh? What notebook?' Trinity scanned the desk for the said object. When she found it she began, 'Hm. I've never seen this before. I wonder what's in it?' So Trinity picked up the notebook. As an afterthought, she also picked up an astronomy book and headed out into the minute place the two girls liked to call 'living room'.
Suffocation room was more like it. With barely enough room to fit their small loveseat, recliner, and 20" TV, neither spent too much time there. It was a good place to study, though, because it got a really good downdraft of all of the nearby restaurants. (Which is the only reason why the girls live off-campus. Food seems to lure these girls quite a bit.)
So Trinity plopped down in the overstuffed recliner and took a look-see at the coveted object of Hannah. The front was glossy, due to the fact that there was a laminate on the front. Pictures were plastered under it. Exotic places, gymnasts, dancers, jokes, remnants of times forgotten were all held in place by a firm piece of plastic.
Being extra careful, Trinity slowly opened the book, as if looking for the right passage to start. At around the middle, there was a story called, "Just Breathe". 'I didn't know Hannah wrote. I thought it was just me. And I only do it when I hurt.' But it was full of other things, too. There were crude drawings, (Hannah couldn't draw and admitted it on a daily basis) recipes for things Trinity was afraid to pronounce, but also dated entries.
'Even though it's wrong, you have to do something bad every once and a while….besides. She knows all about me. Why shouldn't I know about her?' Trinity justified to herself. So she read one.
1 14 September, 195
It has started. The war to end all wars. At least, I hope so. And I hope that it's over, soon. There was an explosion on L5 a few days ago. There were no survivors. I mourn. I guess I was to be on L5, which means that I probably should be dead, too. But I'm not. In fact, I'm in a hospital right now on L10, for some reason. The doctors say that it's just precautionary, but I know the real reason. I didn't have any ID on me. They don't know who I am. In fact, I-
And so it ended. Well, not really, but it seemed that Hannah had deemed it fit to get out of bed to go to the bathroom. Putting the notebook out of site (IE: under the cushion), Trinity whipped out the astronomy book and turned to a seemingly appropriate page.
*flush~ I'm sure you wanted to know that*
Since Hannah was only half-conscious at the time, she wasn't in as bad of a mood as she was before. (She also didn't realize that the book of planets was upside down.) Oh, sure. The mutterings of world domination were still there, but when weren't they? To touch her cat animal cracker parliament unless you happened to be feeding them was considered treason and you had a death wish. So Hannah trudged back into her bed, not muttering a coherent word towards the brunette.
Once Hannah was safely tucked back into bed, Trinity ripped out the notebook and flipped it back open, but lost the original page. 'Great. Now I can't find the page I was on,' she thought to herself, turning the pages. Being too involved in what she was doing, she didn't notice the evil shadow looming over her…
"Give me that!" Hannah yelled, pulling the coveted object out of the sworded one's hands and gave her a death glare that could have frozen an oven at 475 degrees. (I've been in foods too long.) "What do you think you're doing? I thought I told you- aw, fuck it," (Hannah is tired- she swears when she's tired and extremely mad. The brain cells do enough to help her breathe. That is all. It's like watching a cave-man with verbal skills.) "We'll talk about this in the morning," she finished, storming through the small living space and back into the bedroom the girls shared, seeming to leave an evil presence after her.
"How does she do that?"
***
Trinity woke up, her hair standing in every direction imaginable. And thus another flashback ensued. ' I remember when I did this with Nadir once when he came home from school. Before he became the vengeful psychopath I came to know and love. We ate popcorn and watched old movies and slept on the couch… ah, the good old days…'
Trinity's thoughts were disrupted by drawers slamming in the bathroom. Apparantally, Hannah had gotten up earlier than normal. And she still was a tad miffed. The mumbled obscenities wafting out the door along with steam made it clear:
Today was not going to be a good day.
The house shook as a certain blonde trudged towards Trinity. "It's tomorrow."
"So it is…" Trinity fidgeted in her chair. The door was too far away to make an escape for, so the brown haired one hoped for only a slight tongue- lashing.
"What in the HELL were you doing, last night? Well, I guess that it was pretty obvious what you were doing. But that's not the point. That was my personal property. I guess I didn't make it obvious enough by asking you NOT to touch my notebook. I know you have about as many intelligence lapses as me, but I didn't think you would lose all common sense," Hannah growled, hair dripping onto her uniform. Apparently she had just taken a shower. And apparently that still hadn't cooled her down. Ouch.
"I know. I'm really sorry-"
"Wait, I just got a second wind. I thought I could trust you. Friends can normally do that. You know, the thing where they can both use Girl Scouts honour without the whole pledge thing? Especially the part about, "I will try to be honest and fair"? I know you weren't a Girl Scout or anything, but everybody knows the Girl Scout code. Now that I know I'm going to have to keep my personal property under lock and key-"
"Um… are you done yet?"
"…yes. Second wind over."
"If you would have let me finish, I would have said that I was really REALLY sorry!" Trinity exclaimed, moving over to the other side of the couch either in fear of the repercussion that she could expect, or she was tired of getting a mini shower from Hannah's long blond hair. "I don't know how I'm going to make it up to you, but don't worry. I'm sure I'll figure something out. You're my best friend and closest thing to family that I've got and I don't want to lose that. Without it, I would have went over the deep edge long ago."
Shooting a look that could possibly just maim now, the blonde stated, "Fine. That could have just been PMS talking, but don't do it again. EVER. Have I made myself clear? Or you will die. A death much more painful than anything you could ever imagine. Do you remember the plot we had to destroy the wack-a-doo with?"
"Yeah. The one with the bleeding with small cuts, burning, peeing on the aches and slipping them into Wufei's morning tea? And then taking his poo and burning it with some valve oil and cork grease?"
Yes, that one. I can do worse." she finished. With that, she walked into the shared bedroom and proceeded to dry off her hair and put it back into her standard ponytail.
Slightly taken aback by the startling comment just made towards her, Trinity did the only thing she could do to keep from wetting herself. Make fun of everything Hannah said. 'Damn. I had a really good comeback to that PMS comment and I can't even say it. This really isn't gonna be a good day! HA! In order to have PMS ya need to grow! And…erm…never mind. It sounded better thinking it. Wait…' after that thought, Trinity noticed that the shower was open. 'Why not? Something good should at least come from today? If it's only a shower, so be it!'