Warnings: Weird Relena. And Trowa, for that matter. And everybody else's weird, too! Including me! (Sorry, I'm hyper).
Disclaimer: Gundam Wing and all related characters do not belong
to me.
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No Title Yet - Chapter Seven
I woke up the next morning (or that morning, whichever way you want to look at it) at about 10:00 in the morning - and groaned. 10:00am was way too early for me, considering the circumstances. I had a pounding headache and my throat screamed for something to drink. And, to top it all off, I had a wedding to attend this evening. Great. I take back what I said about Quatre choosing the 1st of January as his wedding date - it was a stupid idea. But there was no way of getting out of it now...
I slowly sat up, squinting as the dim winter sun reached my eyes. Where was I, anyway? The last thing I remembered was... oops. I felt my cheeks flush with heat, as I remembered my embarrassing act up on the stage, and then that kiss... I climbed out of bed, and stood up shakily, looking about my surroundings. I found myself in a small hotel room, sparsely decorated with a single-sized bed, a night stand and a wardrobe. I had no idea who's this hotel room was, or if possibly Quatre had rented it for me to stay the night in. But, quite simply, I couldn't care less at that moment. I'd just find out later.
I yawned and rubbed the sleep out of my eyes. I was still in my suit for the New Year's party, which now stank of alcohol and smoke. And my hair felt disgustingly oily the way it does when you wake up with a hangover. I needed a bath, bad.
I slowly made my way out the room, and down to the lobby, where a single employee stood at the reception.
"Checking out, miss?" he asked.
"Um," I quickly searched my memory for the room number. "Who's room is number 415?"
"Just a minute, miss," he replied, as he checked his files on the computer. After a few minutes, he replied, "Barton, Trowa."
I raised an eyebrow, "Mm... ok, then. No. I'm not checking out. Thank you."
I caught a cab back to my place, and took a long, relaxing bath. Oh, the bliss. As I lay there in the tub, floating in the warm, soapy water, I just lay back and closed my eyes. My worries and aches all seemed to dissolve into the steam that surrounded me, and I felt calmness flood my body. I sighed, contently, and my breathing slowly became a hypnotic rhythm, as my chest rose and fell in tact.
And for some reason, my thoughts kept darting back to Trowa. He was a complete mystery to me...
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"Do you, Quatre Raberba Winner, take this woman as your wife, to love and to hold, in sickness and in health, until death do you part?"
"I do."
Pause.
"You may now kiss the bride," the priest announced, smiling.
The newly weds looked at each other, and gracefully, passionately kissed each other. Sweet.
I was sitting in the first row of the old church next to Dorothy and Ronya's sister, and silently watched the beautiful ceremony. Even though Quatre was muslim, they had decided that they would wed as the christian tradition demands, since they both knew that it didn't really matter how they got married, anyway - just that they did. So, they had decided on Ronya's faith.
I sighed, feeling a sniffle coming on. Everyone around me had started cheering, and the loud organ at the end of the church started playing, the wedding march booming out of its pipes. Quatre and Ronya walked down the aisle together, followed by the guests. I, too, left my seat, so I could see them leave the church.
"Heads up!" Ronya yelled, and threw her bouquet over her head. A bunch of squeamish women and girls tried to catch it, jumping up and down like there was no tomorrow. And guess who got it? You should have seen everyone's faces when it fell on WuFei's head. It was hysterical. He looked really miffed when we laughed. He gave it to Dorothy, though. I guess those two were getting to like each other. >_^
We all made our way to the reception at this enormous five star hotel. There was the usual formal stuff - thank yous, good luck speeches and so on. But, the best part had to have been the food. Oh, and of course, Trowa! He was acting all sweet and innocent, pretending last night never happened. I think he was embarrassed. Even though I was, too, at the beginning, I thought it was just funny, now.
But I thought I'd better apologize anyway, just in case. You never know what those Gundam pilots are thinking...
"Err... Trowa?" I started, when I had finally cornered him.
He looked blankly at me, "Yes?"
"You know I was... kinda drunk yesterday? And I..." at this point I was blushing like mad, "... kissed you?"
"Yes."
"Sorry about that."
"That's ok," he replied, his face still as blank as a wall, "I quite enjoyed it."
"Oh, really? Thanks," I grinned. "Hey... you know what? Let's have lunch sometime... You know, just to get to know each other. I know all the other pilots, but I never got to know you." I know, bad pick up line. But he intrigued me. I wanted to see if behind that mask he wore was a bastard or a loveable bear... Ok, I shouldn't have said that.
Trowa paused for a moment, then smiled ever so slightly, "Ok."
"Great!" I said, returning the gesture, and exchanged phone numbers
with him. We continued talking after that, until the hotel manager threw
us out. I had a great time, though, and I think so did Trowa. I had huge
butterflies fluttering in my stomach, and I felt as bouncy as a cloud!
I couldn't wait for our little lunch together next week. I only hoped I
could get him to open up more... But, I fairly managed to crack open Heero,
so Trowa couldn't be any worse... could he?
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