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Be My (a Day created by a Card Company)
Chapter 2: It's ________ Day! (Must not say it!)
By: J.B. Santiago
- L2 – 10:13am 14th of February A.C. 201
A dozen long stemmed red roses were being sold to a very relieved man (who obviously forgot it was Valentine's Day) on the street by one dark haired, blue eyed lady who passers-by correctly guessed was selling her ex-lover's belongings. Hilde Scheibker smiled tightly at the man as others went through Duo's clothes she had haphazardly placed in boxes with monetary signs on all of them. She had gotten the idea of selling all his stuff when a neighbours kid took the basketball she had kicked on the road. She had stalked inside grabbing anything of her boyfriend's – EX-boyfriend now – belongings and threw them outside into boxes. This was her revenge! Served him right! She couldn't believe him. The nerve of him! First he sends her flowers, which she thought 'yes, he remembers Valentine's Day is tomorrow!' then she gets a PRE-RECORDED message on the vid-phone where he tries to explain to her that he wont be able to make it on Valentine's Day. The nerve! A mission my foot! She could not believe him. She had forgiven him when he had forgotten her birthday. She had forgiven him when he blew up her kitchen trying to cook her 'something special' to make up for his bad memory. She had pretended to like his Christmas present of a burnt out, salvaged piece of mobile suit. She ignored his embarrassing drunken behaviour at the New Year's Party at Relena's. But she would NOT forgive him for this! One day, was it too much to ask? One day where he would give her flowers; feed her chocolate and strawberries with whipped cream and shower her with lavish love and attention. Was that so much to ask? Hilde leaned on back on the lawn chair. He was adorable when he did try please her. She loved the way his eyes would light up when she laughed at his jokes and – Hilde shook her head. No. NO. I am NOT letting him get to me again! I've been treated second for far too long! Her determination back on track again she continued to sell his belongings. BEEP. BEEP. Maybe that's him! Hilde quickly shook her happy expression off her face. Well if it was then he's going to get it! She found the vid-phone under a pile of his clothes and put on her best angry face. She pressed 'on'.
"Hello Hilde." A grave voice greeted.
"Lady Une! What a surprise. Is anything wrong?" Hilde tried to ignore the fluttering in her stomach as she asked the question.
"No, nothing wrong, its just that I heard about what happened with you and Duo and were wondering if you would like to join Sally, Relena, Dorothy and I on a little bar-hopping." Lady Une smiled politely at Hilde, who seemed surprised at the request.
After a moment of thought she nodded. "Why not? I'd rather spend Valentine's Day with you guys, anyway. Where and when? I think I'll be able to get there in a few hours. I've been meaning to go to Earth for more salvaged parts anyway." Hilde smiled, that way it would be a business trip she could write off on tax!
"Great! Get to Preventer HQ around 7:00pm and a Preventer will drive you to the Grand Hyatt. Just tell the concierge who you are and they'll escort you up."
Hilde nodded again. "Great, see you then." Lady Une nodded back and disconnected. A tiny smile crawled onto Hilde's face. She knew exactly what to wear. She had been saving it for Duo but now she would find someone else who appreciated her.
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- Earth – 10:45am 14th of February A.C. 201
A loud thud was heard in the apartment below Wufei's. A middle-aged woman grabbed her broom and poked the ceiling, loudly. Wufei swore under his breath. "Shut up, onna!" He yelled at the floor.
Cursing under his breath he continued to type on his computer. He had been working for hours on trying to find out who had sent that blasted e-mail but he still hadn't found the sender. The red envelope, with pink hearts all over it stared up superiorly at him. "Argh!" He slammed his hand on his worktable again, causing everything to jump and making the lady downstairs bang on her ceiling again. He gritted his teeth and tried to decode the e-mail again. Half an hour passed and Wufei stood up suddenly. "Yes! I've got you! Justice is served!" He pressed the enter button and the sender's e-mail come up. Minutes passed as Wufei stared incredulously at the e-mail address: SPo@preventers.org. Sally?! Sally had sent him that e-mail?! He stared at the red envelope. Wufei snatched it up, bringing it up to the light. He could see traces of writing. Ripping it open he roughly took out the red paper inside.
"Meet me at Chez Martius at 8pm. Your secret admirer." Wufei read the small note and snorted. Did Sally really think he wouldn't know it was her? He scoffed at the thought. "Ok, onna. I'll go to this place and show you can't beat Chang Wufei." He smirked, shut down his laptop and headed to his bedroom. He had a lot of planning to do. That onna thinks she can outsmart me, Ha!
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- L3 – 4:00pm 14th of February A.C. 201
4pm and Cathie wasn't back yet. Where was she? Trowa kept glancing at his sister's trailer. It wasn't like her to not leave a message. In a few hours he was going to surprise her with dinner on one of the most sought after restaurants in L3. If she ever got back. Trowa stood up from his couch. Sitting there worrying, wasn't going to help. He walked out of his trailer on the way to the lion's pens when he heard his vid-phone beeping. Dashing back into his trailer in a very un-Trowa like way he pressed the 'on' button.
"Hi Trowa!" Cathie smiled and waved to her brother.
"Cathie," relief evident in his voice.
"Sorry for worrying you, Trowa. I lost track of time! But don't worry, I'll be able to go to the restaurant." Cathie placed a hand over her mouth when she realised what she had just said.
Trowa raised an eyebrow. "You knew?"
Cathie looked at him sheepishly. "I overheard you talking on the vid-phone. It's really sweet of you." She smiled at him apologetically.
He nodded. "That's ok. When will you be back?"
"Well, how about I meet you at the restaurant? I have a few more things to do here and I'll just meet you there, ok? 7:30pm, right?"
Trowa nodded in agreement. "Ok. That's fine."
"Thanks Trowa, you're the best, really! Oh! And Happy Valentine's Day!" Cathie smiled and waved goodbye before closing the connection. Trowa sighed inwardly. Might as well do Cathie's chores for today then.
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- Earth – 4:12pm 14th of February A.C. 201
"Happy Valentine's Day to me, Happy Valentine's Day to me…" Relena slurred, her drink spilling as she tilted it to an angle. The bartender at the Hotel Ibiza stared at her but didn't say anything. He saw this happen all the time. Relena blinked as she saw stars again. Maybe it hadn't been such a good idea to keep drinking those drinks that came in coconuts with cute little rainbow umbrellas. Relena burped. Oops. Maybe she should stop drinking them…THUD. Her head landed hard on the bar. She didn't feel it since she had passed out before her head reached the bar. The bartender checked her pulse and went to the backroom to dial security.
"Hello. Bill? I have a 1O2...Yeah, third one today. Ok." The bartender hung up and went back to the bar. The woman was gone. "What the - " He checked the ground thinking she might have slipped and fallen. Nothing. Where'd she go? Shaking his head he headed back to the backroom to call off security. He didn't notice a block car, speed past the windows, being driven by a man with wild brown hair and piercing blue eyes.
The car parked on a 'no parking' spot at the airport. The man carried his intoxicated passenger in a fireman's carry.
"Sir, the jet is ready for take off." A man in a Preventer uniform saluted his superior.
"Hn." The man went straight to the tarmac and boarded the jet, still carrying Relena. He placed her in the comfortable, plush airplane seat and shook his head at his still sleeping companion. Why do you have to be so difficult, Relena? Shaking his head again, a small smile played on his lips as he watched her sleep.
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- Somewhere in space – 4:20pm 14th of February A.C. 201
She could see the resource satellite through the shuttle window. It looked your average resource satellite; a masterpiece of human technology some said. To Dorothy it reminded her of a dinky, third-rate sci-fi toy.
"We'll be landing in a few minutes, Miss Dorothy." Quatre Winner smiled at her warmly.
She turned to him, not bothering to hide the sarcastic tone, "Oh, really. I didn't notice, Mr Winner."
Quatre blushed and his smile lessened a tiny bit causing Dorothy to look out her window again. C'mon Dorothy. He IS going to help you get your God forsaken cousin out of jail. Try not to have the urge to stab him. She stole a glance at the person sitting next to her. Over the years, he had just gotten more beautiful. More angelic if that was possible. Dorothy turned back to her window, refraining from snorting at the thought. He had been completely willing to help her when she had called…
Earlier that day…(9:30am)
Quatre signed another stack of papers and placed it in the outbox tray. He sighed as he grabbed another stack of papers from the inbox tray and began signing those too. Beep. Beep. He pressed the 'on' button in relief, anything to stop him doing such a tedious task.
His secretary came up on screen. "Mr Winner, a Ms Dorothy Catalonia is on the line."
"Really?!…I mean put her through, Ms Demas. Thank you." Quatre straightened his red tie with pink hearts all over it (a gift from one of his many sisters) and made sure his face wasn't an imitation of a red tomato at his surprised outburst.
"Hello Mr Winner."
Quatre smiled at the blond woman on the screen. "Hello Miss Dorothy. It's been too long. How have you been? Can I help you with anything?" He couldn't help but ramble on when he talked to her.
Dorothy just smirked and replied, "I've been fine. However, a relation of mine needs your help." She rolled her eyes, showing Quatre that she didn't really want to be talking to him about this.
"Sure. We are friends, ne? What do they need help on?"
She paused for dramatic effect, seemingly fighting with herself to tell him or not. Sighing, her eyes travelled upwards and around. "My cousin it seems has landed in jail." Quatre 'oohhed', before Dorothy continued, "and she seems to have been arrested on one of your resource satellites for being a corporate spy. Now you may not believe me but this has been a grave misunderstanding as my cousin is too…" Dorothy trailed off before finding the right word to describe her wayward cousin, "…light-headed. She was in the wrong place at the wrong time and as you own the satellite, I was hoping you could clear up this little misdemeanour."
Quatre stared at her thoughtfully for a few minutes. Of course he would help her. It was in his nature to help as many people he could but…his business mind saw that in the end he didn't really get anything from helping Dorothy. Maybe her gratitude and that was nice but…
"Of course I'll help. I'll leave as soon as you get here." He smiled sweetly at her astonished face.
Dorothy quickly calmed her features before asking, "I'm to go with you? There isn't any reason for me to go."
His smile just got brighter. "Reason? This is your cousin; I might accidentally release someone else. Besides, I'm sure she'll want to go home to Earth straight away…"
Back on the shuttle…(4:24pm)
"Shall we go, now?" Quatre asked her, offering his hand.
Dorothy snapped out of her thoughts and stood up, ignoring Quatre's hand. "Yes, lets go now." Dorothy stalked past him. When she got her hands on that air-headed cousin of hers…Although a tiny voice in her head said that she wouldn't want to be anywhere else but next to a certain blond man.
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