In Love and War
By Lady Une-chan
Chapter Three: Reunited
January 7, UC 0080
London, England, The United Kingdom of Great Britain, Earth
The Noah Residence
Mirai Yashima pulled the rental car into the driveway. Glancing at the sheet of paper that had a very important address written on it, she knew that this had to be it. She stared at the grand house, astonished that Bright never told her that he was almost as rich as her.
Mirai went up to the massive door and hesitated. Should she have called Bright to tell him she was coming? Of course, had she told him, he would have insisted meeting her at the shuttle port, and be the overprotective man he is. Maybe this was better. She rang the doorbell.
Inside, Bright Noah was sitting on the couch, channel surfing on the TV, and pondering on when he should call Mirai, when the doorbell rang. Wondering who it could be, he went over and opened the door.
"Hello? Mirai!" exclaimed Bright.
"Hi, it's me," Mirai answered.
"Oh, uh, Mirai, come inside," he said hesitantly, escorting her in.
"Wow, Bright! You have such a big house! It's practically a mansion!" Mirai said, trying to start a conversation.
"Uh, thank you, Mirai," he said uncertainly, "Your house is probably bigger. You actually live in a mansion."
"I do not," said Mirai blushing.
They stood there in silence for awhile.
"So, Mirai, what brings you here?" Bright finally asked.
"I decided to come visit you. Is that okay?"
"Of course that's okay, Mirai. In fact, I have the week off, and I was thinking about inviting you over."
"Really?" Mirai asked.
Bright nodded.
"Still working for the army?"
"Yeah. What have you been doing?" he asked.
"I'm finishing college," she answered.
Bright nodded again. He had studied at West Point. (That's how he lost his British accent!)
"How long are you going to be here?" he asked her.
"Oh, I'm not sure."
"What don't you stay here?" suggested Bright, gesturing in a manner that made "here" mean "in my house".
"Really? Are you okay with that?"
"Of course, Mirai. I'll always be here waiting for you."
When Mirai heard those words, she remembered the time right after Slugger died, and she didn't want to talk about it. It was then that both of them realized that if they wanted to talk about there realtionship, they were going to have to talk about it that week.
"So, you must have brought some luggage," Bright said after a bit of silence.
Mirai nodded. "I brought a suitcase."
"Let's go get it then," said Bright and he lead the way back to the rental car. Mirai popped the trunk open, and he retrieved the suitcase.
"You know, Mirai, you could have called me and I would have picked you up."
"I wanted to surprise you," said Mirai, defending herself.
"And what a lovely surprise it was. Most men wish they lives away for the day a beautiful women shows up on their porch."
Mirai blushed, which made Bright blush too.
"Anyway, we'll need to return the rental car, because we'll be using my car, plus, when the week ends, I'm going to escort you back to the shuttle port." Of course, Bright didn't want to escort Mirai to the shuttle port because he wanted to her to stay with him.
Mirai stared at him. Did he want her to go?
"Or, whenever you want to go home. I'll escort you then," said Bright, trying to recoup his losses.
"Home?" asked Mirai. "Home? Home is not on Side Six. Sure, that's where I grew up, but it's not really my home. And niether is my house in Japan, because I don't really remember it. The closest thing to home was probably White Base!" Mirai got an upset look on her face as Bright lead her back into the house. When they got inside, Bright set her suitcase down and looked into Mirai's eyes.
"Mirai, they say home is where the heart is. I just was refering to where your current residence was."
Mirai sniffled and broke Bright's gaze. "It's kind of sad that the place that was most like home was a warship," she mummered.
"I feel the same, Mirai. Even this place--" Bright gestured around "-- isn't my home. It doesn't feel like it."
Mirai sadly looked at her feet. "We felt like family on White Base."
There was another small silence, so Bright decided to take it as a cue. "Why don't I show you to your room?"
Mirai looked up. "Okay, but I also want a tour of the house."
Bright smiled fondly at her. "Well, this is the living room."
"I kind of figured that."
"And over here is the kitchen," he said leading her to the room the right.
"Wow, this a big kitchen!" exclaimed Mirai.
"Unfortunately, the owner of this big kitchen cannot cook."
Mirai raisied an eyebrow. "I now know not to leave you alone in the kitchen."
Bright laughed. "All I can make is sandwiches. Otherwise, I'll burn the house down."
Mirai giggled. "Fortunately for you, I can cook. No more sandwiches for awhile."
"Moving on, the laundry room's over there," Bright said waving his hand in it's direction,"and over here is the dining room," leading her into the room adjacent to the kitchen."
"Oooo," said Mirai, looking at the elegant dining room. "Well, this isn't a room you'd eat in everyday. It's very fancy."
"It's supposed to be for dinner parties. Of course, I haven't had one."
"Oh, I'm sure someday you'll have one," said Mirai.
Bright shurgged. "I guess so," he said, leading her back to the living room. "To the left is the entrance to the garage, and that's pretty much what's downstairs."
So Mirai and Bright went upstairs. "There are six bedrooms. One of them is my childhood bedroom, and another is my sister's."
"Ooo, let's look at your old bedroom!" exclaimed Mirai.
"Okay," said Bright hesiatantly. He opened the door really slowly.
"Oh my God! You really must have liked the Beatles!" Bright's room was covered in Beatles posters.
"Hey, I'm English. What would you expect?"
Mirai giggled. "My room on Side Six is covered with all kinds of posters."
"Moving on!" decided Bright and shooed Mirai out. "I've been sleeping in the master bedroom, so you have pick of the other three rooms."
Mirai nodded. "I'll take that one then," she pointing to the one closest to the master bedroom.
"Then it's yours."
Mirai when in and dropped her suitcase on the bed. "Okay."
"Okay, what?" asked Bright.
"Let's do something."
"Like what?" asked Bright confused.
"I don't know."
"Well, it's about six o'clock. I normally eat a sandwich now," admitted Bright.
"Ah! You mean it's time for dinner. Well then, I'll make you something," said Mirai.
"Uh, that's the problem. There isn't very much to eat in the kitchen."
"I'm sure there's something."
"I don't think so."
Mirai started downstairs. "I'm going to go find out."
"Fine then," said Bright, following her.
Mirai entered the kitchen and began to look for food.
"See, there is nothing."
"Okay, you're right. We're going to need to go shopping," she said.
"I guess we'll be eating out tonight," said Bright.
"I guess so."
"So, what do want to eat? Fast food, or go to an actual restaurant?" asked Bright.
Mirai yawned. "I don't know. Actually, I kind of tired, maybe we could just eat sandwiches."
"But you said no more sandwiches."
"I lied."
"I know, we could order take out. You like Chinese food right?" asked Bright, heading for the phone.
"Yeah. But make sure they send chopsticks," said Mirai as she sat down on the couch.
"Chopsticks? Of course they send chopsticks. It's a Chinese restaurant."
"I know, but some restaurants don't send chopsticks."
"Mirai, I know that you can eat with a fork. Why are you worried about the chopsticks?"
"I don't like to eat Japanese or Chinese food without chopsticks."
"Okay," said Bright confused.
So Bright ordered the food and reminded them to send chopsticks. But when he was finished, he found that Mirai had fallen asleep.
Smiling fondly at her, he covered her with a blanket. Then he looked out the window. It was starting to rain.
Well, this is it for now. I promise to have chapter four up by mid-week.
Sayonara!
Lady Une-chan
By Lady Une-chan
Chapter Three: Reunited
January 7, UC 0080
London, England, The United Kingdom of Great Britain, Earth
The Noah Residence
Mirai Yashima pulled the rental car into the driveway. Glancing at the sheet of paper that had a very important address written on it, she knew that this had to be it. She stared at the grand house, astonished that Bright never told her that he was almost as rich as her.
Mirai went up to the massive door and hesitated. Should she have called Bright to tell him she was coming? Of course, had she told him, he would have insisted meeting her at the shuttle port, and be the overprotective man he is. Maybe this was better. She rang the doorbell.
Inside, Bright Noah was sitting on the couch, channel surfing on the TV, and pondering on when he should call Mirai, when the doorbell rang. Wondering who it could be, he went over and opened the door.
"Hello? Mirai!" exclaimed Bright.
"Hi, it's me," Mirai answered.
"Oh, uh, Mirai, come inside," he said hesitantly, escorting her in.
"Wow, Bright! You have such a big house! It's practically a mansion!" Mirai said, trying to start a conversation.
"Uh, thank you, Mirai," he said uncertainly, "Your house is probably bigger. You actually live in a mansion."
"I do not," said Mirai blushing.
They stood there in silence for awhile.
"So, Mirai, what brings you here?" Bright finally asked.
"I decided to come visit you. Is that okay?"
"Of course that's okay, Mirai. In fact, I have the week off, and I was thinking about inviting you over."
"Really?" Mirai asked.
Bright nodded.
"Still working for the army?"
"Yeah. What have you been doing?" he asked.
"I'm finishing college," she answered.
Bright nodded again. He had studied at West Point. (That's how he lost his British accent!)
"How long are you going to be here?" he asked her.
"Oh, I'm not sure."
"What don't you stay here?" suggested Bright, gesturing in a manner that made "here" mean "in my house".
"Really? Are you okay with that?"
"Of course, Mirai. I'll always be here waiting for you."
When Mirai heard those words, she remembered the time right after Slugger died, and she didn't want to talk about it. It was then that both of them realized that if they wanted to talk about there realtionship, they were going to have to talk about it that week.
"So, you must have brought some luggage," Bright said after a bit of silence.
Mirai nodded. "I brought a suitcase."
"Let's go get it then," said Bright and he lead the way back to the rental car. Mirai popped the trunk open, and he retrieved the suitcase.
"You know, Mirai, you could have called me and I would have picked you up."
"I wanted to surprise you," said Mirai, defending herself.
"And what a lovely surprise it was. Most men wish they lives away for the day a beautiful women shows up on their porch."
Mirai blushed, which made Bright blush too.
"Anyway, we'll need to return the rental car, because we'll be using my car, plus, when the week ends, I'm going to escort you back to the shuttle port." Of course, Bright didn't want to escort Mirai to the shuttle port because he wanted to her to stay with him.
Mirai stared at him. Did he want her to go?
"Or, whenever you want to go home. I'll escort you then," said Bright, trying to recoup his losses.
"Home?" asked Mirai. "Home? Home is not on Side Six. Sure, that's where I grew up, but it's not really my home. And niether is my house in Japan, because I don't really remember it. The closest thing to home was probably White Base!" Mirai got an upset look on her face as Bright lead her back into the house. When they got inside, Bright set her suitcase down and looked into Mirai's eyes.
"Mirai, they say home is where the heart is. I just was refering to where your current residence was."
Mirai sniffled and broke Bright's gaze. "It's kind of sad that the place that was most like home was a warship," she mummered.
"I feel the same, Mirai. Even this place--" Bright gestured around "-- isn't my home. It doesn't feel like it."
Mirai sadly looked at her feet. "We felt like family on White Base."
There was another small silence, so Bright decided to take it as a cue. "Why don't I show you to your room?"
Mirai looked up. "Okay, but I also want a tour of the house."
Bright smiled fondly at her. "Well, this is the living room."
"I kind of figured that."
"And over here is the kitchen," he said leading her to the room the right.
"Wow, this a big kitchen!" exclaimed Mirai.
"Unfortunately, the owner of this big kitchen cannot cook."
Mirai raisied an eyebrow. "I now know not to leave you alone in the kitchen."
Bright laughed. "All I can make is sandwiches. Otherwise, I'll burn the house down."
Mirai giggled. "Fortunately for you, I can cook. No more sandwiches for awhile."
"Moving on, the laundry room's over there," Bright said waving his hand in it's direction,"and over here is the dining room," leading her into the room adjacent to the kitchen."
"Oooo," said Mirai, looking at the elegant dining room. "Well, this isn't a room you'd eat in everyday. It's very fancy."
"It's supposed to be for dinner parties. Of course, I haven't had one."
"Oh, I'm sure someday you'll have one," said Mirai.
Bright shurgged. "I guess so," he said, leading her back to the living room. "To the left is the entrance to the garage, and that's pretty much what's downstairs."
So Mirai and Bright went upstairs. "There are six bedrooms. One of them is my childhood bedroom, and another is my sister's."
"Ooo, let's look at your old bedroom!" exclaimed Mirai.
"Okay," said Bright hesiatantly. He opened the door really slowly.
"Oh my God! You really must have liked the Beatles!" Bright's room was covered in Beatles posters.
"Hey, I'm English. What would you expect?"
Mirai giggled. "My room on Side Six is covered with all kinds of posters."
"Moving on!" decided Bright and shooed Mirai out. "I've been sleeping in the master bedroom, so you have pick of the other three rooms."
Mirai nodded. "I'll take that one then," she pointing to the one closest to the master bedroom.
"Then it's yours."
Mirai when in and dropped her suitcase on the bed. "Okay."
"Okay, what?" asked Bright.
"Let's do something."
"Like what?" asked Bright confused.
"I don't know."
"Well, it's about six o'clock. I normally eat a sandwich now," admitted Bright.
"Ah! You mean it's time for dinner. Well then, I'll make you something," said Mirai.
"Uh, that's the problem. There isn't very much to eat in the kitchen."
"I'm sure there's something."
"I don't think so."
Mirai started downstairs. "I'm going to go find out."
"Fine then," said Bright, following her.
Mirai entered the kitchen and began to look for food.
"See, there is nothing."
"Okay, you're right. We're going to need to go shopping," she said.
"I guess we'll be eating out tonight," said Bright.
"I guess so."
"So, what do want to eat? Fast food, or go to an actual restaurant?" asked Bright.
Mirai yawned. "I don't know. Actually, I kind of tired, maybe we could just eat sandwiches."
"But you said no more sandwiches."
"I lied."
"I know, we could order take out. You like Chinese food right?" asked Bright, heading for the phone.
"Yeah. But make sure they send chopsticks," said Mirai as she sat down on the couch.
"Chopsticks? Of course they send chopsticks. It's a Chinese restaurant."
"I know, but some restaurants don't send chopsticks."
"Mirai, I know that you can eat with a fork. Why are you worried about the chopsticks?"
"I don't like to eat Japanese or Chinese food without chopsticks."
"Okay," said Bright confused.
So Bright ordered the food and reminded them to send chopsticks. But when he was finished, he found that Mirai had fallen asleep.
Smiling fondly at her, he covered her with a blanket. Then he looked out the window. It was starting to rain.
Well, this is it for now. I promise to have chapter four up by mid-week.
Sayonara!
Lady Une-chan
