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The First Day

"Where do you think you're going?" Relena asked abruptly.
"Home," Hiiro replied.
"Your apartment? I don't think so!" Relena said forcefully. Hiiro could have been mistaken, but he thought he saw her blush.
"Why not?" he asked, purposely to tease her. She looked around.
"Because! I... I have speeches to study for and work to do and..."
"And you think you're going to give speeches with me latched onto your wrist? I think you'd better cancel all public appearances this week," Hiiro reminded her. She stammered for another moment, then relaxed a little.
"That still doesn't mean we're going to your place," she said. Hiiro sighed.
"Fine," he said. He reached into his pocket with his free hand and fished out a quarter. "Call it. You win, we go to your apartment, I win we go to mine. Then we alternate from there." He flipped the coin up.
"Tails," she said. It landed. Heads up.
"Sorry 'Lena'," Hiiro said, using the nickname he had never used before. "Guess we're going to my place. C'mon now!" He walked away, practically dragging her down the sidewalk. She mumbled all the way there.

- - -

"So it's Saturday," he said when they were in his apartment. He sat on the couch and she was forced to sit as well. "That means tomorrow is your apartment, then mine, and so forth."
"Fine," Relena said. She yawned. "I'm tired," she added. The thought struck them at the same time.
"How are we going to..." he said, then trailed off into thought. She looked at the ground and this time he was sure he saw her blushing.
"I'll sleep on the couch," she said.
"And that leaves me with...?" he continued her sentence.
"The floor," she finished.
"Huh? In my own apartment, I have to sleep on the floor? Why not you? I'll take the couch and you sleep on the floor!" he complained.
"Honestly Hiiro, you've never heard of chivalry? Being a gentleman? Letting a lady sleep on the floor is not the way to go," she chided him. He sighed again.
"F-I-N-E," he said at last. Why did he have to give so much up anyway?
"Tomorrow we have to go to my apartment during the day," she continued.
"Why?" Hiiro interrupted.
"I'm gonna need changes of clothes!" she exclaimed, then flushed immediately. "Uh, Hiiro? How exactly do we get shirts on and off anyway?" He started to answer, then stopped. How were they supposed to do that?
"I guess we cut them off," he replied at last.
"WHAT??!" she shrieked. He swore he was deaf in one ear now. "Ruin my shirts??? Because of Duo's stupid prank?!?"
"Yea," he said nonchalantly. Not like he cared, he could always buy more t-shirts. Women and their fashion... hah. She tried to regain her composure.
"Then we have to go shopping, too." He groaned.
"Not shopping! Why?"
"I'm going to need replacement shirts! And we're going to have to work out a system where we can change..." she cleared her throat and looked at the floor again, "somewhat in private." For the first time in his life he felt like he was going to blush in front of her.
"Fine. Let's call it a day then," he said at last. While getting comfortable on the couch required some time, she fell asleep finally, arm dangling off the side and he was somewhat cozy on the floor. Good thing he insisted on lots of blankets for cushioning. The last thing he saw before falling asleep was her face, childlike in sleep. Then he was swept away to dreams.

- - -

"Unh," he groaned. Something was tugging at his arm. He rolled over; at least, he tried to.
"Get up!" a feminine voice said. He opened his eyes as much as he could. A fuzzy blonde figure stood over him. "Come on!" it said again.
"Uh, Relena?" he asked sleepily. Then it came back to him. He was attached to her wrist. Duo's handcuffs. For a week. He closed his eyes again; he didn't want to deal with this now.
"I said get up!" Relena cried, tugging at his arm again.
"Ugh... what time is it?" he asked, not opening his eyes.
"Seven o'clock," she replied.
"Huh? You're waking me up at seven? Lemme sleep until eight at least," he complained. She sighed and put her free hand on her hip.
"I see why you show up at Duo's later than the rest of us," she said. "I always figured it was because you had some 'secret thing' to do beforehand." He groaned again and she smiled. "Well, well, the real side of Hiiro Yuy! Never pegged you for one to sleep in."
"Only on weekends," he murmured, angry that she knew now. He kept a mental count of just how painful Duo's suffering would be for this.
"I've been waiting for an hour already, so GET UP," she said, using what was probably all of her strength to pull him slightly out of his makeshift bed. He yawned and stood up reluctantly.
"Fine, but I get to sleep in tomorrow," he said. What was he doing? Revealing himself to her now? He made another mental note not to showcase any more of his personal habits this week.
"What's for breakfast?" she asked.
"Whatever you make," he replied. They walked into the kitchen (rather she led and he followed) and he sat down in a chair.
"Excuse me? What I make?" she repeated.
"Yea," he said simply, looking up at her. She rolled her eyes.
"It's your place, you help cook."
"You're staying here, you're the woman, you cook." She raised an eyebrow.
"Now you're starting to sound like Wufei," she said, walking to the stove. He got up and followed; hey, what choice did he have? Surprisingly enough, he found that she was a decent cook. Even more surprising, he found that he actually learned how to make scrambled eggs from her.
'Sure beats running to Duo's for breakfast,' he thought as they ate. He was trying in vain to eat using his left hand, and it was difficult. "Good food," he said somewhat roughly.
"Why thank you," she said sweetly. "I guess that means that we can go directly to my apartment then, huh?" He nearly choked.
"Ugh... you have to bring that up while I'm eating," he grumbled. She smirked.
"Course. Your car is available, I assume," she began, then trailed off into thought.
"Yea, like I can drive well one handed, much less left handed. And you can't drive because I couldn't sit anywhere. Now what?" he questioned. How many times did he need to remind her that she was handcuffed to him?
"Well..."
"Yea?"
"We could always..."
"Yes?"
"Or we could..."
"WHAT?"
"Walk."
"Huh?? Your apartment's pretty far for that! And people will look."
"Well, we could take a cab," she suggested at last. He sighed. At least that was better than walking where everyone could see.
"Fine. Cab it is."

- - -

"474 Marsten, please," Relena said as they got inside the car.
"I thought it was an apartment," Hiiro said as they entered the cab (with only minor difficulty).
"So it's more of a townhouse. Problem?" He remained silent.
"Thanks lady," the driver said, turning to face them and giving Relena a somewhat toothless smile. His gaze wandered to the cuffs on their wrists. "Uh, iffya don't mind me askin, whas wit the cuffs?"
"Oh, um..." Relena stuttered a moment, hoping the driver would have some kind of tact and just take them to her place without further question. To her dismay, he stared at her, waiting for an answer. Hiiro didn't look like he was going to be helpful, so she took a deep breath. "Oh, it's just a little... toy..." she said coyly, winking and giggling. She slid her hand over Hiiro's leg. Too bad she was looking at the driver, she missed the look on Hiiro's face. That, and possibly the first time he really did blush in her presence. The driver grinned again.
"Oh yea, I gets ya. Allrighty then, lez go!" He turned around and finally began to drive. Relena faced the window for the entire trip, too mortified to look at Hiiro.
'Why'd you have to do that, Lena?' she berated herself. 'You couldn't have just told him it was none of his business. Still..." she snuck a quick glance at Hiiro, whose face remained impassive as usual, 'it was kinda fun.' The rest of the trip was uneventful thankfully, except the driver telling them to 'have fun' when Relena paid him.
"Well then."
"Yea... shall we?" she asked with a slight smile. It was all she could muster.
"Sure." They entered the building and went up to her apartment.
'Damn,' she cursed to herself when they got there. She hadn't planned on anyone being over, much less Hiiro Yuy. Her place was a mess! But what could she do now? 'Oh Hiiro, could you please wait outside while I tidy up a little?' Ha. She sighed. "Well?" his voice startled her out of her thoughts.
"Pardon?"
"Are we going in?" he asked, pointing to the unlocked door. "You're just standing there." She sighed again.
"Yea, sorry." She opened the door extremely reluctantly and breathed a little easier when she realized that her front room wasn't that bad... They walked in and stood there.
"Relena?" he asked again after a few minutes. "What did we come here for? And why aren't we doing it?" She mentally groaned. This was not the first time she wanted to show Hiiro Yuy her bedroom, but that's where they had to go if she wanted to get clothes for the rest of the week.
"This way," she mumbled, leading him down the hall. She opened the door and let out a small groan. Her room was messier than she thought it had been when she last left it! She gave a quick glance at Hiiro, who was calmly eyeing the mess on the floor before him. Clothes strewn about. Stuffed animals littered the bed that wasn't made. Sleeves of sweaters hung out of drawers and the closet had seemingly no purpose. Shoes were scattered without pairs. She grimaced. He actually began to laugh.
"Who would've pegged it?" he asked. "Relena Darlian! With a room that looks like this!" he laughed again. Despite how cute he looked and sounded, Relena took offense.
"Oh yea? And I'm sure your room's just something out of Martha Stewart Living!" she retorted. "Picture perfect? Huh?" He stopped laughing and took deep breaths.
"Actually, my room's very neat. I'll prove it to you once we get back to my place again," he stated haughtily.
"Great!" she said, picking up a shirt. "If you're the master of organization, you won't mind helping me clean this place up then." With that, she threw the shirt at him and began clearing a path through the strewn clothing to her bed. Caught off guard, the shirt hit Hiiro in the head. Before it slipped off, he caught her scent and inhaled deeply. God, that was torture. He ripped the shirt off of himself and followed her through.

- - -

An hour. Another. And again. Would you believe a fourth? Four hours later and they still weren't done.
"How much more do we have to organize?" she whined.
"You wanted organization, I'm helping," he reminded her. "There's still stuff on the floor." She huffed.
"Fine. Stick this in the drawer over there," she said, flinging a skirt at him. She pointed in the general direction of a chest of drawers near her bed.
'Great,' he thought. 'Which drawer?' He opened the one he thought she had pointed to. Socks. The next drawer down, pants. He sighed and moved to the next one.
*Gulp.*
Full of her underwear.
Try as he might, he couldn't tear his eyes away. 'HENTAI!' his brain screamed at him. Using all his willpower, he forced his hand to slam the drawer, causing Relena to jump.
"What happened?" she asked.
"Nothing," he lied. "Drawer wouldn't close and I had to shut it hard." She gave him a suspicious look, but dismissed it.
"Are you going to put that away or not?" she asked, taking the skirt from him and putting it in the bottom drawer. He sighed mentally and moved to pick up another item from the floor. On his way, his foot caught a discarded dress. He tried to steady himself, but his other foot slipped and tripped her. It happened somewhat in slow-motion, but the next thing he knew he was laying on top of her on her bed. Her hair fanned out around her head and the dusky light playing off it like spun gold. Her eyes looked at him in surprise for a moment, then seemed to search for something in a millisecond.
"Hiiro!" she screamed the next second, scrambling to get up.
'Damn, that was cool,' he thought.
"Sorry," he muttered. 'Liar. You aren't sorry at all, Yuy!' his brain taunted him. 'Shut it,' he thought back. She tried to remain calm, though her heart was racing. "Okay. Let's eat something, then tidy up some more. I don't think we'll get shopping done today, that can happen tomorrow."
"Fine." They walked out of the room carefully, trying not to trip again, but both wanting to.

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