With the departure of basically half the group, the five remaining boys
just looked at each other. Ken said he would go check on Omi, and Marron
went after him in search of the garden. Aya just left, after glaring at the
two pilots.
Heero got up and said "I'm going to my room."
"Hey Heero, don't you want to play Nintendo with me?"
"No."
"Aww, come on!"
"No."
"Why? Cuz you know I can beat you?"
With that Heero whirled around, and Duo found himself face to face with an unsmiling Heero Yuy.
"You're on." was all the perfect soldier said before grabbing a controller and turning on the TV.
"YEA! You're on Heero Yuy!" Duo could barely contain his glee at being able to get the anti-social Wing pilot to play a frivolous game with him. Actually this was twice in one day. As they battled Duo chattered about why he chose his fighter and why Heero's was a really bad choice and so on, while Heero continued his silence, breaking it only to tell Duo to shut up, but Duo just ignored those comments. The two continued to play for the rest of the afternoon.
Upstairs, Trowa waited outside her room, while Liz changed. When she emerged a few minutes later, he noted that it wasn't much of a change. She was wearing a pair of soft cotton track shorts and a long-sleeved boxing tee shirt. A long shot from her soccer shorts and gray jersey. She just smiled at him.
"You're not going to change?" He blinked at her yet again. (I guess blinking is his way of showing surprise.) Then he shook his head.
"Well good luck working out in jeans." was her only comment.
As they walked down the stairs, Liz attempted to start a conversation.
"So… where are you from?"
She sighed, and figured he wasn't going to answer as they neared the gym. Surprisingly, he did.
"Colony L3." he paused, "And you?"
She smiled to herself, and continued the conversation. "I'm from California, originally, but now I live in the Sanc Kingdom with Ms. Relena."
"Do you like it there?" Trowa asked, still facing forward.
Liz looked at him for a moment. "Yea, taciturn was a good word for him." She thought.
"Uh, yea. It's ok. Where do you live on L3?"
"I travel with the circus."
"WOW! Really!?!" She turned to him excitedly. He just nodded.
They had finally reached the gym, and were heading inside. Once inside, Liz could barely contain herself. The large facility was an athlete or gymnast's dream. There were beams, bars, a trampoline and a large center spring floor for the gymnasts and for the other athletes series of weights, lifts, punching bags, a small boxing ring, and tons of other equipment. She walked to the center of the spring floor, and began a 10-minute routine of stretching out. She looked over to where Trowa still stood, looking like he was trying to decide what to do first. She waved at him to get his attention, and asked,
"Aren't you going to stretch first?"
He just shook his head and walked off toward the trampoline. She shrugged and continued her warm-up. After a few back-walk-overs and other various simple floor tricks, she headed for the bars. They were her second favorite apparatus, other than the beam. She smiled when she found a box of grips near the chalk bin. She hummed to herself, as she prepared the grips and chalked up. After awhile Trowa stopped his continuous trampoline act, to watch her. He had heard her mount the bars and was watching her flow from bar to bar with easy grace, first performing simple then harder and harder moves. When she finally dismounted, she turned to him and smiled.
"Not bad for my first try." She breathed. He blinked at her again, and then turned to continue his trampoline act.
She found that she really enjoyed workouts like this. Pushing herself to the maximum of her ability. So currently she was trying to catch her breath. She took off her grips, found a sink and cleaned off the chalk and sweat from her hands. For a while, Liz just sat on the floor and stretched her aching muscles. After applying a thin layer of chalk, she familiarized herself with the lowest balance beam. She kept it simple, nothing that required too much, since her adventure on the bars. First she just worked on her sense of the beam. She did the basic cartwheels, handstands, turns, and such. Then she moved to the mid-sized beam, of three beams, and practiced her mounts and dismounts.
Trowa had been watching her for a while now. He didn't quite understand why he found her so fascinating. 'For someone who seems to fall a lot,' he reasoned. 'she looks like a natural.' Which was true, now as he watched her perform several different routines. She would finish one, then catch her breath, and begin another. 'She pushes herself hard.' he noted. With a long- sleeved black turtleneck, Trowa also noticed the temperature was getting higher, and his shirt was already slightly wet with perspiration. So he opted to take it off. Liz was in the middle of spin on the beam, a requirement of her varsity level 9 routine, when she noticed Trowa removing his shirt.
That was when she fell off the beam.
The uni-banged pilot looked up when he heard a thud, and ran over to the beam when he noticed Liz no longer occupied it. He knelt beside her and helped her sit up. After shaking her head trying to clear it, she looked up at Trowa's bare chest, blinked then blushed.
"Are you ok?" Trowa asked, in monotone, of course.
"Uh, yea." Liz mumbled. 'At least he hasn't taken his pants off…' she thought blushing even more.
"…I think that would be a good idea."
"WHAT!?!" Belatedly Liz realized he had been talking to her. If at all possible she turned an even darker shade of magenta. "Uh, yea." was her only response, to Trowa's arched eyebrow.
She let him help her up, and lead her off to wherever he had thought they should go. 'Damn me…' she thought, rubbing the back of her head. 'Why don't I ever listen.' Trowa turned his head to give her a curious look. Liz blushed again.
Heero got up and said "I'm going to my room."
"Hey Heero, don't you want to play Nintendo with me?"
"No."
"Aww, come on!"
"No."
"Why? Cuz you know I can beat you?"
With that Heero whirled around, and Duo found himself face to face with an unsmiling Heero Yuy.
"You're on." was all the perfect soldier said before grabbing a controller and turning on the TV.
"YEA! You're on Heero Yuy!" Duo could barely contain his glee at being able to get the anti-social Wing pilot to play a frivolous game with him. Actually this was twice in one day. As they battled Duo chattered about why he chose his fighter and why Heero's was a really bad choice and so on, while Heero continued his silence, breaking it only to tell Duo to shut up, but Duo just ignored those comments. The two continued to play for the rest of the afternoon.
Upstairs, Trowa waited outside her room, while Liz changed. When she emerged a few minutes later, he noted that it wasn't much of a change. She was wearing a pair of soft cotton track shorts and a long-sleeved boxing tee shirt. A long shot from her soccer shorts and gray jersey. She just smiled at him.
"You're not going to change?" He blinked at her yet again. (I guess blinking is his way of showing surprise.) Then he shook his head.
"Well good luck working out in jeans." was her only comment.
As they walked down the stairs, Liz attempted to start a conversation.
"So… where are you from?"
She sighed, and figured he wasn't going to answer as they neared the gym. Surprisingly, he did.
"Colony L3." he paused, "And you?"
She smiled to herself, and continued the conversation. "I'm from California, originally, but now I live in the Sanc Kingdom with Ms. Relena."
"Do you like it there?" Trowa asked, still facing forward.
Liz looked at him for a moment. "Yea, taciturn was a good word for him." She thought.
"Uh, yea. It's ok. Where do you live on L3?"
"I travel with the circus."
"WOW! Really!?!" She turned to him excitedly. He just nodded.
They had finally reached the gym, and were heading inside. Once inside, Liz could barely contain herself. The large facility was an athlete or gymnast's dream. There were beams, bars, a trampoline and a large center spring floor for the gymnasts and for the other athletes series of weights, lifts, punching bags, a small boxing ring, and tons of other equipment. She walked to the center of the spring floor, and began a 10-minute routine of stretching out. She looked over to where Trowa still stood, looking like he was trying to decide what to do first. She waved at him to get his attention, and asked,
"Aren't you going to stretch first?"
He just shook his head and walked off toward the trampoline. She shrugged and continued her warm-up. After a few back-walk-overs and other various simple floor tricks, she headed for the bars. They were her second favorite apparatus, other than the beam. She smiled when she found a box of grips near the chalk bin. She hummed to herself, as she prepared the grips and chalked up. After awhile Trowa stopped his continuous trampoline act, to watch her. He had heard her mount the bars and was watching her flow from bar to bar with easy grace, first performing simple then harder and harder moves. When she finally dismounted, she turned to him and smiled.
"Not bad for my first try." She breathed. He blinked at her again, and then turned to continue his trampoline act.
She found that she really enjoyed workouts like this. Pushing herself to the maximum of her ability. So currently she was trying to catch her breath. She took off her grips, found a sink and cleaned off the chalk and sweat from her hands. For a while, Liz just sat on the floor and stretched her aching muscles. After applying a thin layer of chalk, she familiarized herself with the lowest balance beam. She kept it simple, nothing that required too much, since her adventure on the bars. First she just worked on her sense of the beam. She did the basic cartwheels, handstands, turns, and such. Then she moved to the mid-sized beam, of three beams, and practiced her mounts and dismounts.
Trowa had been watching her for a while now. He didn't quite understand why he found her so fascinating. 'For someone who seems to fall a lot,' he reasoned. 'she looks like a natural.' Which was true, now as he watched her perform several different routines. She would finish one, then catch her breath, and begin another. 'She pushes herself hard.' he noted. With a long- sleeved black turtleneck, Trowa also noticed the temperature was getting higher, and his shirt was already slightly wet with perspiration. So he opted to take it off. Liz was in the middle of spin on the beam, a requirement of her varsity level 9 routine, when she noticed Trowa removing his shirt.
That was when she fell off the beam.
The uni-banged pilot looked up when he heard a thud, and ran over to the beam when he noticed Liz no longer occupied it. He knelt beside her and helped her sit up. After shaking her head trying to clear it, she looked up at Trowa's bare chest, blinked then blushed.
"Are you ok?" Trowa asked, in monotone, of course.
"Uh, yea." Liz mumbled. 'At least he hasn't taken his pants off…' she thought blushing even more.
"…I think that would be a good idea."
"WHAT!?!" Belatedly Liz realized he had been talking to her. If at all possible she turned an even darker shade of magenta. "Uh, yea." was her only response, to Trowa's arched eyebrow.
She let him help her up, and lead her off to wherever he had thought they should go. 'Damn me…' she thought, rubbing the back of her head. 'Why don't I ever listen.' Trowa turned his head to give her a curious look. Liz blushed again.