Gomen ne to Natsumi and the others that thought my bashing Cameron was unfair. I haven't seen Char's Counterattack, but if Cameron did something to help Bright and Mirai, then I'll accept the fact that he truly had feelings for Mirai. I am sorry if I insulted any Cameron fans.
Watashi no shazaira,
Lady Une-chan
Now on to the fic! (This chapter is not yet finished )
4/21/02
The rest of the chapter is up! I should have the next chapter up soon.
I don't own MSG, the Beatles song, Monty Python, or Harry Potter.
In Love and War
By Lady Une-chan
Chapter Four: Site-Seeing
January 8, UC 0080
London, England, The United Kingdom of Great Britain, Earth
The Noah Residence
The next morning, Mirai found herself on the couch. For a minute, she forgot were she was.
"Bright!" she called.
"In the kitchen!" he called back.
Mirai got a little worried. Hopefully Bright wasn't trying to cook something. So Mirai decided to check on him.
When she entered the kitchen, Bright was seated the table, in his blue pajamas, drinking tea, and reading the newspaper.
Mirai giggled.
"What?" asked Bright, "I'm not the one who fell asleep on the couch."
"Sorry," said Mirai.
"No need to apologize."
"I guess I should make breakfast, or have you already eaten your sandwich?" asked Mirai.
"Actually, no I haven't eaten my breakfast sandwich yet," answered Bright.
"Well, due to the lack of food in this house, we'll have to have toast," said Mirai, finding the toaster.
"I'm not sure how that works," admitted Bright.
"I figured it out," said Mirai, putting four pieces of bread into the toaster.
"I hope that your little nap on the couch refreshed you because we are going sight-seeing today," said Bright.
"Really?" asked Mirai as she put the finished toast on to two plates.
"Yep."
She handed Bright a plate, set hers down, and sat down in the chair across from Bright.
"So were are we going?" asked Mirai
"You'll see."
"Okay."
"God, Mirai. This toast is good."
"I sure hope so."
"It's a good thing it stopped raining," said Bright, looking out the window.
"It was raining?" asked Mirai.
"Yeah. When you were sleeping."
"Does it rain a lot here in England?" asked Mirai, "I know it's a stereotype, but does it really rain a lot here?"
Bright laughed. "It really does rain a lot here."
After breakfast, they both when upstairs and took a shower. (Not in the same shower! My God! Get your mind out of the gutter! But my mind's always been in the gutter!) Then they headed to the garage, where Mirai was surprised to see what kind of car Bright owned.
Well, he owned a convertible.
Once the shock surpassed Mirai, she raised her eyebrow. "A convertible?"
Bright nodded, not understanding what was wrong with owning a decent car.
"A convertible? Bright, of all people, you own a convertible."
"If you want to go sight-seeing, I suggest you get in the car."
Mirai shrugged and got in the car.
Bright hopped into the car and when he started the car, a Beatles song blasted from the stereo. He quickly turned the sound down.
Mirai raised her eyebrow again.
"Oh come on, Mirai. You saw my room!"
That made her laugh. "Well then. Let's get the show on the road!"
Bright pulled out of the garage and headed to the country road that lead to central London.
"So, where are we headed?" asked Mirai.
"I'm not telling you."
"Oh, you're no fun anymore!" she said in an exaggerated British accent.
"You know Monty Python?"
Mirai rolled her eyes. "Of course. Who hasn't seen 'Monty Python and the Holy Grail'?"
"Amuro. I asked him what was his name, quest, and favorite color was and he didn't get it."
Mirai laughed and started to sing along with the music.
"I didn't know you liked the Beatles," said Bright, surprised she knew all of the words.
"I'm Japanese. After Britain and America, we had the largest fan base."
"Oh, well we all know that Yoko Ono broke up the Beatles."
"Come on, Bright. The Beatles were going to break up anyway," deafened Mirai.
Original author's note before update: Well, there is more to this chapter that is not yet finished. I know that I'm making this really seem like 1980 rather than UC 0080 (Uh, that's supposed to be the future '''), but I can't help it. I'm sorry for this. Please don't flame me! – Lady Une-chan
The Rest of Chapter Four!
The country roads turned into busy traffic streets as they arrived at the train station. Tons of people in business suits whizzed by as they boarded the train.
Bright saw that Mirai was a bit confused and decided to explain. "We almost always ride by train."
Mirai nodded. "Oh, yeah, duh. It's a weekday. No wonder. All this people must be going to work."
"Now you get the picture."
As the train began to move, the scenery began to change and Mirai could tell that they were headed to central London, the one you would see on televison or in movies. She could see many of the famous landmarks: Big Ben, London Bridge, the River Thames, ect.
"Wow," said Mirai, under her breath.
"This was probably the London that you expected to see, right, Mirai?" asked Bright.
"Well, yeah. It didn't really help that the shuttleport was in the outskirts of town."
"I haven't been here in awhile myself, so don't think that I know everything, okay? I don't even have a British accent anymore."
The train came to stop and the passengers piled out. The businessmen hurried off to work, the tourists started heading in one direction. Mirai pointed in their direction, and Bright shurgged.
"Say, this isn't King's Cross, is it?" asked Mirai curiously.
"Oh, yeah it is. Why?" asked Bright, confused.
Mirai studied the platform number and smiled. "They're all headed to Platform 9 ¾."
"Oh, yeah, I forgot all about that. Everyone wants to see the legendary Harry Potter site. Some nutcases think that they've seen Harry there. I mean, it was a great book and all, but I don't think that I'm that crazy."
"Shall we?" asked Mirai, gesturing.
"Sure, it wouldn't hurt to look. Or at least try to look."
They had to wait until the crowd past to see the words "Platform 9 ¾" written on the ground. They looked at each other and shurgged. On TV, I saw this Harry Potter special, and they showed "Platform 9 ¾," which is just those words written on the ground. People really go there and look for the platform, thinking that they'll see Harry Potter, or something.
The rest of the day played out like a dream that Mirai had only imagined. They visited all the famous places of London including Big Ben, the Tower of London, Buckingham Palace, etc. But what Mirai really liked was being able to be with Bright. In fact, a couple of people thought they were newlyweds. Of course, when confronted, Bright would blush bright red (ignore the pun), and Mirai would just smile sweetly and tell the questioners that they were "just friends."
That got Bright thinking. Was Mirai just a friend? He never really gave a name to the realtionship that they had. He had always thought they were much closer than friends.
"Bright?" Mirai asked, interrupting his thoughts.
"What?"
"What time is it? My clock is still programmed for Side Six time."
"Oh," said Bright, turning his wrist to see his watch, "It's six o'clock. Why? Are you getting hungry?"
Mirai nodded.
"What do you want to eat?"
"Definitely not a sandwich," teased Mirai.
"Stop being so mean. What do you want for dinner?"
"I don't know. What do you want?" asked Mirai.
"Whatever you want."
"Fine, I'll be the decision maker. Hmm... Italian?"
"Okay, Italian it is. I know a place that serves the best pasta, but it will take a while to walk there. Is that fine?" asked Bright.
"Sure," said Mirai as she took Bright's hand. This, of course, made Bright blush, but he still let her hold his hand.
They had a great time at dinner, and it was a good way to close the day. However, just as they were leaving, Mirai got a worried look on her face.
"What's wrong?" asked Bright.
"I think someone following us."
"Why?"
"I just can sense it."
Bright just nodded. Mirai was part Newtype. But he was afraid to believe that someone was following them. Why would someone want to follow them? He began to think of the possibilities as they went home. He was a Federation soldier; maybe it was a Zeon spy. Mirai was rich; maybe somebody wanted to kidnap her or something. Both of them had worked on White Base. That sort of made them famous. Maybe the follower was a crazed fan wanting their autographs. All Bright knew was he didn't like this and was worried what this follower might want.
