10
Heero felt like a dog. That morning, Heero didn't bother getting out of bed. He watched the digital numbers on his clock: 8:00, 8:30, 9:00, 9:30, 10:00, 11:00, 12:00, 1:00. He heard a vacuum. Quatre liked to clean up every Monday (just a habit). His door opened.
In his choo-choo pajamas, house slippers, and sleeping scarf, Quatre looked like a housewife. He was surprised to see Heero still in bed.
"Heero! You still here?" Heero gave a half-nod of acknowledgement.
"Hee-Ro," Quatre groaned, "you can't stay in here forever."
"Watch me," Heero replied.
"I would," said sweet little Quatre, " but I have a lot of work to do. You guys are slobs." Heero didn't budge. Quatre went around the side, and pushed the mattress up. Heero toppled off the side and hit the ground with a grunt and groan.
"Help me clean, kay?" Quatre asked in his childish plead. Heero grunted, pulling pants over his boxers, and helped turn over the mattress.
After they finished, Heero called Relena. Péggin answered and announced that she was out with Vincent. Heero's broken heart boiled. Péggin told him the name of the restaurant and Heero left.
He parked outside of the restaurant and looked for Relena through the window. He spotted her with Vincent. They were at a table for two, looking happy, laughing, talking. A photographer took their picture and gave it to them. Vincent let Relena have it. She reached across and they kissed. Heero's broken heart boiled hotter. He went inside.
Inside the fancy, schmancy restaurant, he was offered a table, but went strait for Relena, who looked up and saw him, quickly excusing herself to the ladies' room.
"Relena! Wait!" he called after her. Vincent noticed Heero, too, and stood to block him.
"Can I help you?"
"No."
"Relena's excused herself. You can wait here for her if you want to."
"Thanks but no thanks." Heero said, proceeding to the ladies' room. Vincent blocked him again.
"Get the hell outta my way, Vince." Heero growled.
"Now you just watch it, buster." Vincent warned.
"You watch it, rich boy."
"Security!"
Two guards came and took Heero by his arms, and dragged him out.
"Relena!" he called desperately, "Please! C'mon, I'm sorry!" Her heart felt his every word, but she didn't feel obligated to do anything. He'd hurt her deeper than any of his gunshot wounds could have. She exited the restroom and took hold of Vincent's arm.
"Vincie, I want to go back to grandfather's please." Vincent put his coat around her shoulders and led her out to the car. They got in and Vincent drove. Heero followed.
Vincent drove to the Marquis' house, parked and kissed Relena goodnight. Heero got his first good look at her. She looked absolutely radiant. Her perfect blonde hair was in an elaborate up do and she wore a shimmery periwinkle evening gown. His Relena. At least she would be if Heero wasn't such a blowhole. Vincent drove off after Relena was in. Some instinct told Heero to follow that rich bastard, so he did.
He parked on the opposite side of the street of Vincent's house. Heero waited hours after Vincent went in. At ten o'clock, a red sports car driven by a young woman that looked older that Relena pulled into Vincent's driveway. A scantily dressed woman went inside. Inside, Heero saw her lay on the couch. Vincent came in later, in his boxers, and they kissed. But they went further than that. Clothes came off. Moaning ensued. Heero was (what we like to call) super pissed. In the middle of the ride, Vincent got up (with the girl hanging on him) and closed the blinds. Without saying or thinking anything, Heero drove home.
END PART II