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Note: Van x Raven pairing! What could be better ^_^? It's just their chemistry that compels me to write this fic. I'm a rabid Raven fan, sending signals to my yaoi-mind...browsing about, going to fan sites, were I also learned to like the schubaltz pairing, made a ficcie about the two bros., and this time. Its van x raven time! Please read and comment!
Coincidental Oppositions: Sugitaru wa nao oyobazaru ga gotoshi
(Coincidental Oppositions: Let what is past flow away downstream)
By RaVen0us
"mrff..."
Mumbled the brunette against a big fluffy white pillow. Van Flyheight feels like his eyelids were tied down with heavy weights that he can't bare to open them more than a fraction. Feeling a bile rise up from his stomach, he shut his eyes tightly again. 'God, It's been a hell of a night', and he won't be surprised why a slight motion caused him nearly to throw up. After one of those battles, a point they are just few more steps to victory to regain the peace once again in zi---the gang and almost everyone threw one of those 'victory' celebration thing. It's one of those events that they will relish, making a moment to remember everyone around them, for who knows what will happen next time.
And memorable it did, if his liquor-laced memory serves him right, Van last remembered that he is hanging along with Irvine, Thomas and just with the guys at the point they are out doing each other to a bet who will be the last one standing finishing several bottles of beer. Dr. D is definitely too old to join them, and preferred his usual coffee with a wisp of salt (yes, salt---I do heard it right in the series) and Thomas' older brother Karl is too modest to take the challenge. First it was narrowed to four, when his Majesty Rudolf presses that he can at least join what his friends are doing...not caring that he is still a minor, and threw up, then collapsed after only taking his first sip. It was then left to three, and after around 3 bottles, it was Thomas' turn, who after reluctantly pressing he is not drunk, embarrassed himself when on suddenly seeing miss Fiona passed by, peed his own pants ^^. Now there were two, he and Irvine contested not only to finish the remaining beer supply there, but the first want to stand up, pee or throw up will be consider the loser, and Irvine staked a bet on it using Zeke. He always had plans to snatch away Van's organoid, and the youth can't believe him that he still had that plan all this years.
No way would Van let himself lose to his comrade, and as he recalled hazily, everything became increasingly disoriented, as if their surroundings are but moving amalgam of colors and hush of cheery urging voices as he took and downed one bottle after the other. He can feel the damnable urge to throw up when he holds on his 10th drink,
"Ready to give up, Van?" he recalled the mocking voice coming from Irvine, who seems to take a lead and appears very placid and calm, than the shit drunk wreck that he was. But Irvine's voice is starting to slur and his face is tickled pink. "No, I'm not! You are already drunk; I'm going to win this thing!"
*****
Win this thing...
That was the last solid memory he had of last night. Too bad he didn't recall going to his room and falling down the bed, maybe he did fainted of drunkenness after all. The pain in his head, his body very heavy and aching from hair to toe, it does not matter now who won the silly contest. He is now in total wreck and it would be days for him to get out of this hellacious hangover.
As if not to make his aching head worse, his clock sets off to the morning alarm. He knocked it off, irritably. "Darn it, just give me so sleep!" he moaned, flickering his onyx-colored eyes open. He finally adjusted his vision to the light and lazily tries to clamper one arm to reach for the fallen alarm clock from the floor.
"What the fu...?"
Van realized from his covers that he was naked, and peeked through inside his heavy layers of blankets, he is STARK naked! He brought one hand to his neck that seemed to be stinging a bit right now. It warm...and a bit wet, he is starting to feel some strange marks, as if someone...no something, has been biting him heavily. Van stirred and tries to sit up, only to feel that his lower back and especially his behind in a strange heavy lancing pain.
"What now?" he whined, trying to figure out what is going on. But he does not have to, as his voice has caused something to move within under his covers. Someone is sleeping beside him, in his own private bed? No wonder! He might have gotten those back cramps for to whoever freeloader is trying to snuggle and share his place. But he still can't figure why he is so naked, "Out Zeke, scram! I'm trying to get some sleep!" Van presumed, calling out his metal organoid. But the cloaked sleeping figure just shook and turned away, hogging most of the covers for himself.
"Hey, did you hear me? Buzz off!" Van shooked the clothed figure, and was surprised to feel that the figure is soft and warm. He gasped at the sight of the familiar dirty ashen brown hair.
"Damn it Flyheight, give me some sleep will you?" he groaned, "I had it all night, so shut up and go back to sleep." Irvine stirred and tossed from side to side, not minding the gaping boy. It took quick glances and some falling bed sheets for Van to notice that Irvine is with him.
In bed.
Together
And also in his birthday suit :)
'Shit!' when moment of realization set in for the dark haired boy, 'I guess we both got drunk last night' he thought. Usually for two very drunk people something will eventually happen...god; he didn't want to recall what it is!
His voice trembled, "Hey, Irvine?"
"What?" the older man replied irritably. "If you're asking who won last night, I can't remember either. We'll just ask someone else later. I need my sleep, do you mind?"
"BUT you are sleeping in my bed!" Van protested, it's a single bed only ONE person could sleep in.
"So?" Irvine snapped back, finally opening his set of gray eyes and turning around Van's direction, leaning over his elbow. The older comrade noticed that Van is somehow getting redder every minute as if he is getting embarrassed or upset on something. "You drag me here last night, don't you remember?"
"I don't!"
"You keep on begging, 'please don't leave me alone, and stay with me'" Irvine said, imitating a pleading voice. "You are so noisy and protesting that I have to put up with you."
"Did...did anything happened, last night?"
"Yeah, Thomas was so embarrassed having wet his pants at the contest that he locked himself in the kitchen for the whole night. Took even his older brother to convince him to go out there and gave him a new pair. "
"No, not that! Y-you know what I mean." the younger boy said softly, unable to meet his gray gaze. "I mean Irvine, you are naked now and I am naked...so..."
"Last night? Well it's great, something definitely happened and it's the best that ever did in my whole life!"
Van didn't expect a sudden cheerful disposition coming from Irvine, and he nearly face-vaulted. He shamefully tried to glance up at him but instead of a sarcastic expression, Irvine is grinning ear to ear.
"Have you gone mental?" the younger boy whined, "what have gotten into you?"
He felt his cheeks flush once again when the older boy snug to him even closer and his blood turn to ice as Irvine stroked a finger playfully from his chest to down to his well-toned stomach muscles, "You are the one who have gotten into me, sugar bear."
"I'll get you for this, IRVINE!!"
With his face flushed, he stood up, grabbed some of the blankets and ran down the bathroom as fast as he could, turning the shower on so loud and locking all the bolts of the door. Irvine lay down on his back, both arms at the back at his head, when a sardonic smile crept up to his face and then he softly chuckled at the thought of hearing the youth's muttering and cursing amid the noisy shower spray.
*****
Later in the afternoon
"Irvine?"
Irvine looked up from the pack of ice from his head. 'Stupid hangover,' he cursed to himself, his every slight move is giving him nothing but nausea and pain. Fiona was looking to him with a hint of worry and concern, and she wasn't with the others, where she usually is with Moonbay or Mr.D in fixing and upgrading some parts of other zoids. It's definitely two things why she's here, looking for Zeke or Van...preferably, both of the two.
"Have you seen Zeke?"
"He may be with Van," Irvine mumbled, with a tone in his voice hinting he wants to be left alone. "And if he is with Van, they are definitely around somewhere. And if they are around somewhere you can see them if you look around."
"Vicious hangover isn't it?" Fiona noticed, then smiling to him sweetly. "That's what you get when you're trying to beat Van."
"No way, he won? I can't remember much about that part."
Fiona nodded. "Well, I think both of you can't remember much either. But everyone did,"
Irvine scratched his head and recalled in memory, "Poor Van."
"What do you mean, poor Van?"
Irvine momentarily forgets his pounding head, and told in jest about what happened that morning. Van didn't recall anything from last night and he played a joke on him. The truth is, Van is so drunk that Irvine had to assist him to his room, but it's not all that easy as the young pilot strayed and ran, stumbled, tripped like a walking catastrophe until he got him and Irvine spilled over by some open drums of anti-freeze as they went to the storage area by mistake. He can barely stand up that Zeke pitifully had to bite and drag him by the neck to get him standing up against the slippery fluid, to where he had fallen flat butt first. Since they were a total mess, but too much in stupor to change, Irvine and Van just stripped down to nothing and collapsed exhausted right to the bed. When Irvine caught the sight of a now sober Van up and very suspicious that morning, he played about the notion that 'something happened' indeed.
Fiona can't help but giggle as Irvine also described how Van, utterly embarrassed and confused ran panicking to the bathroom. "Oh you are so sick, Irvine! Van cannot face us for a month if he does believe THAT really happened!"
"Nah, he might get the joke eventually. There are a lot of witness when he slipped down at the storage room if I recall." he exclaimed, the two were laughing light-heartedly together. In a few minutes, their conversation was interrupted by a heavy metallic runt and heavy swishing steps.
"Oh Zeke, there you are!" Fiona exclaimed, "Have you seen Van?"
Zeke made some more grunting noises and other movements, "...is he in trouble?"
Zeke shook his head, and is trying to point in a certain direction. It's hard sometimes to communicate with humans, and with a shrug Zeke turned around and ran, as if to lead them on what he is trying to say. The two followed him, wondering what is going on. The metal organoid lead them to Van's room, which when Irvine opened, is in state of total mess. A mess that he figured look like someone have ran away.
"Don't tell me he did take it seriously!"
*****
"Red or white, sir?"
"Yes," Van answered absentmindedly, only to receive a quizzical look.
"Just give him both, it seems our boy here had a hard day." followed a voice from behind, the tone cold and mocking. The waiter uneasily glanced over who ever spoke and nodded tersely then gave Van two glasses and left. Looking at the table behind him, Van saw the familiar gray hair and cold penetrating indigo eyes. "What brings you here, Van Flyheight?"
"Raven!" he hissed lowly, watching the other youth sitting at the other table at the back, with a wicker candle in the table highlighting the pallid facial features. "What brings YOU here?"
Raven assessed the furious tone coming from his rival, "None of your business?" he replied, raising an eyebrow.
"Fine, then don't ask me then!" and the brunette turned away, minding his business at his own table. There was then a long uneasy silence afterwards, as the cruising ship crossed the calm night sea. Van cursed himself from escaping an awkward situation only to wind up with another one. He packed all his things, unmindfully leaving everyone and zeke, only to find himself riding a ship to some town, and the only slots available was in the first class deck. Luckily, he brought himself enough cash for the whole trip. He was hoping not to meet a familiar face on-board.
Then Raven shows up, sitting just the next table behind him, alone, at the whole dimly lit dinning room. He figured that he is also riding first class. But then again, he prefers squaring with his rival anytime and die doing it rather than face Irvine and the gang right now. He recalled with a shudder the pleasurable smile in Irvine's face when he said 'You are the one who have gotten into me, sugar bear'. Sugar bear! He had called him sugar bear! He stroked him gently at the chest down to his stomach and cooing the words 'sugar bear'! God does his head hurts as the words echoed into his head, he could crawl now into a hole and die.
"All alone, Flyheight?"
"Why Raven?" he snorted, very much annoyed right now. The word sugar bear still embarrassingly echoing in his brain. "Reminding me that you're going to blast this place anytime soon?"
"I presume you are all alone then," the gray-haired youth replied dryly. And to Van's surprise, he moved away from his table to sit next in front of him. "Mind if I sit down?"
"You are already sitting down."
Raven grinned and shook his head, taking the glass with red wine, sipped the fluid lightly. "I'm very surprised to see you on board this ship, without your friends."
"It wasn't just like you either without destroying everything else." he snapped back, eyeing the pale youth seriously, waiting for him to react. It was so rather unusual, that Raven does not appear to look at him in a hostile manner like he always did way in the battlefield. It seems what he only wants is to have a conversation. What could have this one eaten? Was it full-moon?
"It's absolutely a bloody bore with no one you know around to talk to," he spoke, as if to answer Van's questioning glare. "Apparently, we have known each other for a long time in the battle field, so why not share a little talk?"
"What would you like to talk about?"
"Anything for now that does not involve the battlefield." he said rather exhaustedly, "or at least those two for any matter."
'That two' happens to be Hiltz and Reys. Raven mumbled in an effect how disgusted he was with the blue-haired zoidan having a severe crush on him. Spouting personal details on his life somehow made Van eased up a bit, although the words that came out happens to be more from his mouth than from his head.
"It couldn't be worse than being called a sugar bear." he nearly said out loud, and Raven nearly choked a mouthful of his red wine. He gave Van a surprised look and tries to suppress an urge to laugh. The sky is falling indeed, Van never seen Raven laugh aside from the last time the genosaurer evolved to a genobreaker, or at least when he is taking military bases down for that matter. "Sugar bear?!" he said in between snickering. "Who will call you sugar bear?!" and took another glassful of his red wine.
Van gave himself a mental kick on the butt, and downed his own glass of white wine to drown his embarrassment, "Irvine." he replied honestly.
"Why would Irvine call you sugar bear?" Raven laughed, and signaled a waiter to give him another glass of red wine. "The last thing in the world would be me calling you by that sissy name!!"
"It's none of your concern, Raven. It's personal!" he hissed, his face slowly turning red. What would he tell? That he got drunk and ended up getting screwed on by Irvine? Good, then definitely Raven WOULD have something to taunt him about if they both get back to our business in few days time. Just imagine if the word reach Hiltz, Reys....next thing you know, it would be spoken in the com links of their zoids in battle and everyone would hear it...ahh, the thought is so much! Speaking of total humiliation!
"Sugar bear!" Raven said, taunting him.
"Stop it!" Van mumbled in a low whisper, "Everyone would hear you!"
"Sugar bear!"
That will be at least the effect of two glasses of wine in an empty stomach, Van presumed. He didn't know that Raven would act so wholesome and perky with fogged senses. Strange, but he preferred to enjoy his company that way. "Stop that! I'm serious!"
"Okay then" he said, finally calming down, but a silly smile is still drawn on his pale face. "He had no right to call you sugar bear all right."
"It's good that you know."
"I as your rival can only be the one to call you by that name."
"Raven!" Van nearly shouted to the other boy, but he is surprised to find him with a small wicked smile playing on his lips. Same smile he recalled Irvine had when he snuggled next to him. With that situation embedded in his memory, he quickly signaled the waiter that he will pay his chit and leave so he can go now and sleeps into the comfort of his room.
"I'm sorry sir, but someone already paid for the drinks."
"Who did?" he looked back at Raven, who seems to be content in seeing his surprised reaction. This is definitely going down to be very weird. He just nodded tersely and stood up, muttering his thanks.
"Nice seeing you then, Raven..."
"Yeah, definitely."
-c o n t i n u e d-
Author: yay! Yes.something is strange, nothing have happened! That will be just MORE about for the next chapter *sprouts devilish horns* Please make a review! Ja! ^_^ -Turn review stats on-
Note: Van x Raven pairing! What could be better ^_^? It's just their chemistry that compels me to write this fic. I'm a rabid Raven fan, sending signals to my yaoi-mind...browsing about, going to fan sites, were I also learned to like the schubaltz pairing, made a ficcie about the two bros., and this time. Its van x raven time! Please read and comment!
Coincidental Oppositions: Sugitaru wa nao oyobazaru ga gotoshi
(Coincidental Oppositions: Let what is past flow away downstream)
By RaVen0us
"mrff..."
Mumbled the brunette against a big fluffy white pillow. Van Flyheight feels like his eyelids were tied down with heavy weights that he can't bare to open them more than a fraction. Feeling a bile rise up from his stomach, he shut his eyes tightly again. 'God, It's been a hell of a night', and he won't be surprised why a slight motion caused him nearly to throw up. After one of those battles, a point they are just few more steps to victory to regain the peace once again in zi---the gang and almost everyone threw one of those 'victory' celebration thing. It's one of those events that they will relish, making a moment to remember everyone around them, for who knows what will happen next time.
And memorable it did, if his liquor-laced memory serves him right, Van last remembered that he is hanging along with Irvine, Thomas and just with the guys at the point they are out doing each other to a bet who will be the last one standing finishing several bottles of beer. Dr. D is definitely too old to join them, and preferred his usual coffee with a wisp of salt (yes, salt---I do heard it right in the series) and Thomas' older brother Karl is too modest to take the challenge. First it was narrowed to four, when his Majesty Rudolf presses that he can at least join what his friends are doing...not caring that he is still a minor, and threw up, then collapsed after only taking his first sip. It was then left to three, and after around 3 bottles, it was Thomas' turn, who after reluctantly pressing he is not drunk, embarrassed himself when on suddenly seeing miss Fiona passed by, peed his own pants ^^. Now there were two, he and Irvine contested not only to finish the remaining beer supply there, but the first want to stand up, pee or throw up will be consider the loser, and Irvine staked a bet on it using Zeke. He always had plans to snatch away Van's organoid, and the youth can't believe him that he still had that plan all this years.
No way would Van let himself lose to his comrade, and as he recalled hazily, everything became increasingly disoriented, as if their surroundings are but moving amalgam of colors and hush of cheery urging voices as he took and downed one bottle after the other. He can feel the damnable urge to throw up when he holds on his 10th drink,
"Ready to give up, Van?" he recalled the mocking voice coming from Irvine, who seems to take a lead and appears very placid and calm, than the shit drunk wreck that he was. But Irvine's voice is starting to slur and his face is tickled pink. "No, I'm not! You are already drunk; I'm going to win this thing!"
*****
Win this thing...
That was the last solid memory he had of last night. Too bad he didn't recall going to his room and falling down the bed, maybe he did fainted of drunkenness after all. The pain in his head, his body very heavy and aching from hair to toe, it does not matter now who won the silly contest. He is now in total wreck and it would be days for him to get out of this hellacious hangover.
As if not to make his aching head worse, his clock sets off to the morning alarm. He knocked it off, irritably. "Darn it, just give me so sleep!" he moaned, flickering his onyx-colored eyes open. He finally adjusted his vision to the light and lazily tries to clamper one arm to reach for the fallen alarm clock from the floor.
"What the fu...?"
Van realized from his covers that he was naked, and peeked through inside his heavy layers of blankets, he is STARK naked! He brought one hand to his neck that seemed to be stinging a bit right now. It warm...and a bit wet, he is starting to feel some strange marks, as if someone...no something, has been biting him heavily. Van stirred and tries to sit up, only to feel that his lower back and especially his behind in a strange heavy lancing pain.
"What now?" he whined, trying to figure out what is going on. But he does not have to, as his voice has caused something to move within under his covers. Someone is sleeping beside him, in his own private bed? No wonder! He might have gotten those back cramps for to whoever freeloader is trying to snuggle and share his place. But he still can't figure why he is so naked, "Out Zeke, scram! I'm trying to get some sleep!" Van presumed, calling out his metal organoid. But the cloaked sleeping figure just shook and turned away, hogging most of the covers for himself.
"Hey, did you hear me? Buzz off!" Van shooked the clothed figure, and was surprised to feel that the figure is soft and warm. He gasped at the sight of the familiar dirty ashen brown hair.
"Damn it Flyheight, give me some sleep will you?" he groaned, "I had it all night, so shut up and go back to sleep." Irvine stirred and tossed from side to side, not minding the gaping boy. It took quick glances and some falling bed sheets for Van to notice that Irvine is with him.
In bed.
Together
And also in his birthday suit :)
'Shit!' when moment of realization set in for the dark haired boy, 'I guess we both got drunk last night' he thought. Usually for two very drunk people something will eventually happen...god; he didn't want to recall what it is!
His voice trembled, "Hey, Irvine?"
"What?" the older man replied irritably. "If you're asking who won last night, I can't remember either. We'll just ask someone else later. I need my sleep, do you mind?"
"BUT you are sleeping in my bed!" Van protested, it's a single bed only ONE person could sleep in.
"So?" Irvine snapped back, finally opening his set of gray eyes and turning around Van's direction, leaning over his elbow. The older comrade noticed that Van is somehow getting redder every minute as if he is getting embarrassed or upset on something. "You drag me here last night, don't you remember?"
"I don't!"
"You keep on begging, 'please don't leave me alone, and stay with me'" Irvine said, imitating a pleading voice. "You are so noisy and protesting that I have to put up with you."
"Did...did anything happened, last night?"
"Yeah, Thomas was so embarrassed having wet his pants at the contest that he locked himself in the kitchen for the whole night. Took even his older brother to convince him to go out there and gave him a new pair. "
"No, not that! Y-you know what I mean." the younger boy said softly, unable to meet his gray gaze. "I mean Irvine, you are naked now and I am naked...so..."
"Last night? Well it's great, something definitely happened and it's the best that ever did in my whole life!"
Van didn't expect a sudden cheerful disposition coming from Irvine, and he nearly face-vaulted. He shamefully tried to glance up at him but instead of a sarcastic expression, Irvine is grinning ear to ear.
"Have you gone mental?" the younger boy whined, "what have gotten into you?"
He felt his cheeks flush once again when the older boy snug to him even closer and his blood turn to ice as Irvine stroked a finger playfully from his chest to down to his well-toned stomach muscles, "You are the one who have gotten into me, sugar bear."
"I'll get you for this, IRVINE!!"
With his face flushed, he stood up, grabbed some of the blankets and ran down the bathroom as fast as he could, turning the shower on so loud and locking all the bolts of the door. Irvine lay down on his back, both arms at the back at his head, when a sardonic smile crept up to his face and then he softly chuckled at the thought of hearing the youth's muttering and cursing amid the noisy shower spray.
*****
Later in the afternoon
"Irvine?"
Irvine looked up from the pack of ice from his head. 'Stupid hangover,' he cursed to himself, his every slight move is giving him nothing but nausea and pain. Fiona was looking to him with a hint of worry and concern, and she wasn't with the others, where she usually is with Moonbay or Mr.D in fixing and upgrading some parts of other zoids. It's definitely two things why she's here, looking for Zeke or Van...preferably, both of the two.
"Have you seen Zeke?"
"He may be with Van," Irvine mumbled, with a tone in his voice hinting he wants to be left alone. "And if he is with Van, they are definitely around somewhere. And if they are around somewhere you can see them if you look around."
"Vicious hangover isn't it?" Fiona noticed, then smiling to him sweetly. "That's what you get when you're trying to beat Van."
"No way, he won? I can't remember much about that part."
Fiona nodded. "Well, I think both of you can't remember much either. But everyone did,"
Irvine scratched his head and recalled in memory, "Poor Van."
"What do you mean, poor Van?"
Irvine momentarily forgets his pounding head, and told in jest about what happened that morning. Van didn't recall anything from last night and he played a joke on him. The truth is, Van is so drunk that Irvine had to assist him to his room, but it's not all that easy as the young pilot strayed and ran, stumbled, tripped like a walking catastrophe until he got him and Irvine spilled over by some open drums of anti-freeze as they went to the storage area by mistake. He can barely stand up that Zeke pitifully had to bite and drag him by the neck to get him standing up against the slippery fluid, to where he had fallen flat butt first. Since they were a total mess, but too much in stupor to change, Irvine and Van just stripped down to nothing and collapsed exhausted right to the bed. When Irvine caught the sight of a now sober Van up and very suspicious that morning, he played about the notion that 'something happened' indeed.
Fiona can't help but giggle as Irvine also described how Van, utterly embarrassed and confused ran panicking to the bathroom. "Oh you are so sick, Irvine! Van cannot face us for a month if he does believe THAT really happened!"
"Nah, he might get the joke eventually. There are a lot of witness when he slipped down at the storage room if I recall." he exclaimed, the two were laughing light-heartedly together. In a few minutes, their conversation was interrupted by a heavy metallic runt and heavy swishing steps.
"Oh Zeke, there you are!" Fiona exclaimed, "Have you seen Van?"
Zeke made some more grunting noises and other movements, "...is he in trouble?"
Zeke shook his head, and is trying to point in a certain direction. It's hard sometimes to communicate with humans, and with a shrug Zeke turned around and ran, as if to lead them on what he is trying to say. The two followed him, wondering what is going on. The metal organoid lead them to Van's room, which when Irvine opened, is in state of total mess. A mess that he figured look like someone have ran away.
"Don't tell me he did take it seriously!"
*****
"Red or white, sir?"
"Yes," Van answered absentmindedly, only to receive a quizzical look.
"Just give him both, it seems our boy here had a hard day." followed a voice from behind, the tone cold and mocking. The waiter uneasily glanced over who ever spoke and nodded tersely then gave Van two glasses and left. Looking at the table behind him, Van saw the familiar gray hair and cold penetrating indigo eyes. "What brings you here, Van Flyheight?"
"Raven!" he hissed lowly, watching the other youth sitting at the other table at the back, with a wicker candle in the table highlighting the pallid facial features. "What brings YOU here?"
Raven assessed the furious tone coming from his rival, "None of your business?" he replied, raising an eyebrow.
"Fine, then don't ask me then!" and the brunette turned away, minding his business at his own table. There was then a long uneasy silence afterwards, as the cruising ship crossed the calm night sea. Van cursed himself from escaping an awkward situation only to wind up with another one. He packed all his things, unmindfully leaving everyone and zeke, only to find himself riding a ship to some town, and the only slots available was in the first class deck. Luckily, he brought himself enough cash for the whole trip. He was hoping not to meet a familiar face on-board.
Then Raven shows up, sitting just the next table behind him, alone, at the whole dimly lit dinning room. He figured that he is also riding first class. But then again, he prefers squaring with his rival anytime and die doing it rather than face Irvine and the gang right now. He recalled with a shudder the pleasurable smile in Irvine's face when he said 'You are the one who have gotten into me, sugar bear'. Sugar bear! He had called him sugar bear! He stroked him gently at the chest down to his stomach and cooing the words 'sugar bear'! God does his head hurts as the words echoed into his head, he could crawl now into a hole and die.
"All alone, Flyheight?"
"Why Raven?" he snorted, very much annoyed right now. The word sugar bear still embarrassingly echoing in his brain. "Reminding me that you're going to blast this place anytime soon?"
"I presume you are all alone then," the gray-haired youth replied dryly. And to Van's surprise, he moved away from his table to sit next in front of him. "Mind if I sit down?"
"You are already sitting down."
Raven grinned and shook his head, taking the glass with red wine, sipped the fluid lightly. "I'm very surprised to see you on board this ship, without your friends."
"It wasn't just like you either without destroying everything else." he snapped back, eyeing the pale youth seriously, waiting for him to react. It was so rather unusual, that Raven does not appear to look at him in a hostile manner like he always did way in the battlefield. It seems what he only wants is to have a conversation. What could have this one eaten? Was it full-moon?
"It's absolutely a bloody bore with no one you know around to talk to," he spoke, as if to answer Van's questioning glare. "Apparently, we have known each other for a long time in the battle field, so why not share a little talk?"
"What would you like to talk about?"
"Anything for now that does not involve the battlefield." he said rather exhaustedly, "or at least those two for any matter."
'That two' happens to be Hiltz and Reys. Raven mumbled in an effect how disgusted he was with the blue-haired zoidan having a severe crush on him. Spouting personal details on his life somehow made Van eased up a bit, although the words that came out happens to be more from his mouth than from his head.
"It couldn't be worse than being called a sugar bear." he nearly said out loud, and Raven nearly choked a mouthful of his red wine. He gave Van a surprised look and tries to suppress an urge to laugh. The sky is falling indeed, Van never seen Raven laugh aside from the last time the genosaurer evolved to a genobreaker, or at least when he is taking military bases down for that matter. "Sugar bear?!" he said in between snickering. "Who will call you sugar bear?!" and took another glassful of his red wine.
Van gave himself a mental kick on the butt, and downed his own glass of white wine to drown his embarrassment, "Irvine." he replied honestly.
"Why would Irvine call you sugar bear?" Raven laughed, and signaled a waiter to give him another glass of red wine. "The last thing in the world would be me calling you by that sissy name!!"
"It's none of your concern, Raven. It's personal!" he hissed, his face slowly turning red. What would he tell? That he got drunk and ended up getting screwed on by Irvine? Good, then definitely Raven WOULD have something to taunt him about if they both get back to our business in few days time. Just imagine if the word reach Hiltz, Reys....next thing you know, it would be spoken in the com links of their zoids in battle and everyone would hear it...ahh, the thought is so much! Speaking of total humiliation!
"Sugar bear!" Raven said, taunting him.
"Stop it!" Van mumbled in a low whisper, "Everyone would hear you!"
"Sugar bear!"
That will be at least the effect of two glasses of wine in an empty stomach, Van presumed. He didn't know that Raven would act so wholesome and perky with fogged senses. Strange, but he preferred to enjoy his company that way. "Stop that! I'm serious!"
"Okay then" he said, finally calming down, but a silly smile is still drawn on his pale face. "He had no right to call you sugar bear all right."
"It's good that you know."
"I as your rival can only be the one to call you by that name."
"Raven!" Van nearly shouted to the other boy, but he is surprised to find him with a small wicked smile playing on his lips. Same smile he recalled Irvine had when he snuggled next to him. With that situation embedded in his memory, he quickly signaled the waiter that he will pay his chit and leave so he can go now and sleeps into the comfort of his room.
"I'm sorry sir, but someone already paid for the drinks."
"Who did?" he looked back at Raven, who seems to be content in seeing his surprised reaction. This is definitely going down to be very weird. He just nodded tersely and stood up, muttering his thanks.
"Nice seeing you then, Raven..."
"Yeah, definitely."
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Author: yay! Yes.something is strange, nothing have happened! That will be just MORE about for the next chapter *sprouts devilish horns* Please make a review! Ja! ^_^ -Turn review stats on-