~ A Sequel to Three Reasons to Stay Sober ~
By Aislin Oriel
"Hey, so where's my cat?" Heero asked the following morning. He was trying to be funny. It didn't work unless he was trying to be the strange variety of funny. "You . . . you remember that?" "Sure, I always remember things that happen when I'm drunk." Heero explained. Relena just stared at him, "I don't know you." Heero looked slightly embarassed at the occurrance but hid it with a question, "What do you mean?" "I mean," she explained, "That if I were to get drunk, I wouldn't want to remember what happened because I don't think I could live with myself." "Even if it was something good?" Duo asked as he walked into the kitchen with enormous bags under his eyes. He strolled over to the counter and put on some coffee, then when he steadied himself, reached into the cupboard and removed some aspirin. "Right Duo." Relena sighed and shook her head. "No, I'm serious. Like what if you were under the influence and you and Heero were to, you know, you wouldn't want to remember that?" Duo asked as he sat down with his coffee and swallowed the pills. When he'd said that, Relena had turned an extreme shade of red, and Heero had practically choked on his coffee as he was about to swallow it. Unfortunately for Duo, he only just noticed the silence of his companions and was surprised that he wasn't issued a response. Of course, this was probably because of his hangover and lack of judgement. "How could you have possibly come up with something like that!?" Relena demanded furiously, trying to hide her shocked embarassment with a full-frontal verbal assult. "Oh, wait! I forgot who I'm talking to!" Heero had made no resulted action, but his left eye was ticking and both Relena and Duo failed to notice his readiness to 'splode. From where he was, the butcher's knife on the counter looked considerably welcoming. 'No, Duo's my friend, Duo's my friend . . .' "No." he said out loud, trying to contain his anger. "It's not going to happen." Relena responded to this with a strange twinge of hurt. She withdrew into her mind, feeling smaller and smaller. 'Of course,' she thought, 'It would be silly to think that we'd . . .' But it still was painful to hear. "What? Was it something I said?" Duo asked stupidly and took another slug of his drink. "You idiot. Relena? What's wrong?" Heero waved a hand in front of her face. "Wha-?" she asked in a daze, and blinked away the unfallen tears. "Sorry; it was just an innocent question." Duo explained. ~*~ "Ow, I have the worst headache!" Quatre complained as he came into the kitchen and saw the scene unfolding before him. "What's going on?" he asked curiously. Relena giggled for Quatre's sake, "Oh, we just found out that Heero remembers everything that goes on when he's drunk." "Oh, really? I wish I knew that. It might explain that tattoo I have . . . But anyway, is that what you were crying about?" he inquired, confusedly. "I wasn't crying!" she defended. Quatre looked at her seriously, giving her one of those 'Quatre- knows' looks. "I wasn't!" she further claimed. "Yeah, like geeze, I didn't think what I said was that sad! I actually thought you might like it . . ." Duo trailed off as Relena gave him one of those 'shut up' looks. "Do I really want to know what he said?" Quatre asked the other two. "No." Relena said harshly, almost hissing the word. "Okay. Well, good morning everyone!" Quatre sighed, trying to emphasis how exasperated he felt. Relena thought that now wasn't a good time to ask Heero about what he called her last night. '"Lena-ai", ha, yeah right. The ramblings of a drunken fool.' She got up to leave the room. Heero was still trying to placicate himself against the tempting knife, and Duo, well Duo was on the brink of o.d.ing on painkillers. 'Quatre can find his own.' he thought. "Where ya goinmf?" Duo asked, almost flinging pills out of his mouth in the process. "I need some air." Relena explained, and headed for the sliding doors in the dining room that was adjacent to the the kitchen. "Maybe Trowa has some aspirin." Quatre thought out loud and went off to find him. "Maybe I can go bug Wufei." Duo mimicked Quatre and pranced out of the room Quatrely to find him. ~*~ Heero got up from his chair and went after Relena. Sliding the door closed behind him, Heero asked, "What's wrong?" "Nothing." "That's not true. Duo's an idiot. You shouldn't take what he says seriously." he explained. "What about what you say, huh?" "Hn? Did I do something?" Heero asked, shocked. "Really, it doesn't matter that much." she dismissed and went to leave. "Is it about what I said?" "No! Why would it be!" she defended. She found herself having to do that a lot lately. He stood infront of her, "Because I really did mean what I called you." At this point, it registered in her mind, just exactly what he was talking about. "Oh, you mean-"
To be continued . . .
AN: Okay, I hope that I efficiently ruined Heero's good name . . . I tried my best. Hell - I don't think I really have ta try anymore . . . Just to add - those bags under Duo's eyes were paper, not plastic Jayde. Anyway, the next part'll be what all you 1/R-shippers have been waiting for. I had to hold myself back from writing in a nosebleed in this chapter! ^-^ You have been warned. ~Aislin
"Hey, so where's my cat?" Heero asked the following morning. He was trying to be funny. It didn't work unless he was trying to be the strange variety of funny. "You . . . you remember that?" "Sure, I always remember things that happen when I'm drunk." Heero explained. Relena just stared at him, "I don't know you." Heero looked slightly embarassed at the occurrance but hid it with a question, "What do you mean?" "I mean," she explained, "That if I were to get drunk, I wouldn't want to remember what happened because I don't think I could live with myself." "Even if it was something good?" Duo asked as he walked into the kitchen with enormous bags under his eyes. He strolled over to the counter and put on some coffee, then when he steadied himself, reached into the cupboard and removed some aspirin. "Right Duo." Relena sighed and shook her head. "No, I'm serious. Like what if you were under the influence and you and Heero were to, you know, you wouldn't want to remember that?" Duo asked as he sat down with his coffee and swallowed the pills. When he'd said that, Relena had turned an extreme shade of red, and Heero had practically choked on his coffee as he was about to swallow it. Unfortunately for Duo, he only just noticed the silence of his companions and was surprised that he wasn't issued a response. Of course, this was probably because of his hangover and lack of judgement. "How could you have possibly come up with something like that!?" Relena demanded furiously, trying to hide her shocked embarassment with a full-frontal verbal assult. "Oh, wait! I forgot who I'm talking to!" Heero had made no resulted action, but his left eye was ticking and both Relena and Duo failed to notice his readiness to 'splode. From where he was, the butcher's knife on the counter looked considerably welcoming. 'No, Duo's my friend, Duo's my friend . . .' "No." he said out loud, trying to contain his anger. "It's not going to happen." Relena responded to this with a strange twinge of hurt. She withdrew into her mind, feeling smaller and smaller. 'Of course,' she thought, 'It would be silly to think that we'd . . .' But it still was painful to hear. "What? Was it something I said?" Duo asked stupidly and took another slug of his drink. "You idiot. Relena? What's wrong?" Heero waved a hand in front of her face. "Wha-?" she asked in a daze, and blinked away the unfallen tears. "Sorry; it was just an innocent question." Duo explained. ~*~ "Ow, I have the worst headache!" Quatre complained as he came into the kitchen and saw the scene unfolding before him. "What's going on?" he asked curiously. Relena giggled for Quatre's sake, "Oh, we just found out that Heero remembers everything that goes on when he's drunk." "Oh, really? I wish I knew that. It might explain that tattoo I have . . . But anyway, is that what you were crying about?" he inquired, confusedly. "I wasn't crying!" she defended. Quatre looked at her seriously, giving her one of those 'Quatre- knows' looks. "I wasn't!" she further claimed. "Yeah, like geeze, I didn't think what I said was that sad! I actually thought you might like it . . ." Duo trailed off as Relena gave him one of those 'shut up' looks. "Do I really want to know what he said?" Quatre asked the other two. "No." Relena said harshly, almost hissing the word. "Okay. Well, good morning everyone!" Quatre sighed, trying to emphasis how exasperated he felt. Relena thought that now wasn't a good time to ask Heero about what he called her last night. '"Lena-ai", ha, yeah right. The ramblings of a drunken fool.' She got up to leave the room. Heero was still trying to placicate himself against the tempting knife, and Duo, well Duo was on the brink of o.d.ing on painkillers. 'Quatre can find his own.' he thought. "Where ya goinmf?" Duo asked, almost flinging pills out of his mouth in the process. "I need some air." Relena explained, and headed for the sliding doors in the dining room that was adjacent to the the kitchen. "Maybe Trowa has some aspirin." Quatre thought out loud and went off to find him. "Maybe I can go bug Wufei." Duo mimicked Quatre and pranced out of the room Quatrely to find him. ~*~ Heero got up from his chair and went after Relena. Sliding the door closed behind him, Heero asked, "What's wrong?" "Nothing." "That's not true. Duo's an idiot. You shouldn't take what he says seriously." he explained. "What about what you say, huh?" "Hn? Did I do something?" Heero asked, shocked. "Really, it doesn't matter that much." she dismissed and went to leave. "Is it about what I said?" "No! Why would it be!" she defended. She found herself having to do that a lot lately. He stood infront of her, "Because I really did mean what I called you." At this point, it registered in her mind, just exactly what he was talking about. "Oh, you mean-"
To be continued . . .
AN: Okay, I hope that I efficiently ruined Heero's good name . . . I tried my best. Hell - I don't think I really have ta try anymore . . . Just to add - those bags under Duo's eyes were paper, not plastic Jayde. Anyway, the next part'll be what all you 1/R-shippers have been waiting for. I had to hold myself back from writing in a nosebleed in this chapter! ^-^ You have been warned. ~Aislin