Disclaimer: I, Minako Winner, here by state I own nothing, neither Sailor
Moon nor Gundam Wing
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Saturday.
Sweat slid down her forehead, blurring her vision as her tightly wrapped hands pounded into the bright red bag. The chain shook and the bag swung away from her then moving back just to be fought away again. Her hands moved in perfect rhythm to the blaring 21st century rock that filled the small gym.
She thought of not much else, her toned, shaped pale body never hesitating as each muscle she used would tense and then relax again. She froze suddenly, her eyes closed; one arm extended the punching bag bouncing against it as she drew in a shuddering breath. "I thought this gym would be empty at 7:00 on a Saturday, and it is an executive gym."
Her words were chopped, the smaller company gym suddenly seeming to be crowded. She listened as she heard the music, which had changed to a new song by the same artist.
"I'm always here at about 7 on Saturdays, Minako-san."
Her muscles shifted completely, spinning on the balls of her feet, blue eyes flicking from dark, annoyance to wide eyed, bright shock as Quatre Winner stood in front of her, complete in long men's gym shorts and a normal t-shirt.
"Quatre-san!" She squeaked, tape wrapped hands flying to cover her mouth, a sweet little idea popping into her mind. "Oh dear! Gomen! Gomen!" She reverted slightly to Japanese and she bowed quickly, keeping her head in just the right place to be able to give him a look of her very scantly clad body.
He glanced away slightly as soon as he could pull his eyes away from her, "Do you always work out in that?" he asked referring to her tight black sports' bra and what looked like a short tight skirt made out of a bikini bottom and out of the same fabric that seemed to hug her hips nicely.
"Oh this-" She stopped herself, blushing brightly, crossing her arms over her chest, and trying to play the modest little girl, "I- I didn't think anyone would be here."
Quatre looked back at her, licking his licks quickly. He felt bad he had embarrassed her. Smiling a little, he muttered, as he stepped towards her, "Minako-san, don't worry about it." Tugging off his plain white T-shirt, he held it out to her, hoping to make peace.
She looked up at him, smiling weakly as she took the shirt, pulling it over her head, her long hair pulled into a bun, sweat making the loose fabric cling to the curves of her female body.
After getting her head out she opened her eyes, coming face to face with a perfectly tanned and toned chest that would make even some of the male Numbers weak with envy. Coughing sharply she looked away, her heart stopping for a moment. "Thank you." She spat out, not knowing what to say.
He nodded, deciding that dropping the subject would be best, moving away from her towards a treadmill in just his navy shorts and sneakers, "Your welcome. Why are you here so early on not only a Saturday, but one of your days off, Minako-san?"
"I like to workout on Saturday mornings, that way if anything horrible happened during the week, I can beat it out." She illustrated her point by slamming her fist into the punching bag causing it to swing back and forth and she walked away to the other treadmill, next to Quatre's, "You, Quatre- san?"
"Me? I always work out every morning at about 7 for at least 20 minutes, I have a good number of sisters who are doctors that like to make sure I'm in completely perfect health until there's another male heir of age.so pretty much until I'm the father of a 18 year old boy." He ran a hand through his light hair, looking towards her, "Do you have any siblings?"
She blinked for a moment, "No...I don't, so I don't know how you would feel. It was just me and my mother, and she's gone now too." She licked her lips at the sudden change of subject, "Is it nice to have such a large family?"
His mind froze, his legs continued to walk but his mind was stuck on thing, her lips. Why did she have to lick them like that, and so often? Didn't she know it made people want to kiss her?
"Quatre-san? Did you hear me?"
"Oh! Hai!" He took a deep breath, praying he heard her right as he answered, "It is nice, at times at least, although, with some of them it's like having many mothers." He chuckled, "Look at me, I'm 24, and my older sisters treat me like a little boy who needs a mommy."
She looked at him as he stared straight ahead, turning away; she smiled to herself, not letting him see it. This was too easy; the man was just opening himself up to her. And his openness would cost him his life.
*
"A nice building." He said, breaking the uncomfortable silence that had drifted over them while they both leaned against opposite sides of the elevator in Minako's apartment building.
She nodded slowly, looking up to stare at the ceiling, he had insisted she go to lunch with him, but she need to shower and change, where as he did this at the private wash room he had at the gym. So they ended up here, in the elevator on the way to her apartment.
"Quatre-sama, I really don't want to make you wait for me-" She started, interrupted by him as the elevator dings, doors opening.
"Minako-san, I don't mind. Is this your floor?" He spoke with a smile, clearly telling her that she was not getting away from lunch with him.
She gulped, being called that name still seem unnatural, in fact every name seemed not to fit. Anna, Yousei, Leona, none of these suited her; and yet she had been them all, and all of them had killed.
"Minako-san?"
She blinked, her eyes dilating and un-clouding. "My apartment!" She gasps, the realization hitting her and her as Aino Minako. "It's horribly dirty! I haven't done dishes, I broke a vase the other day and I'm not sure I got all the glass cleaned up!" And there a pile of clothes with a very bloody shirt still there, her mind added mentally.
"Please Quatre-san, I can't have someone in when it looks like that!" She blushed quickly, biting at her lip, rushing down the hallway and to the right side of the hallway, pressing her palm to the touch pad next to the door, a bright yellow line of light flicked on, sliding under her hand, and a brief pause before the whole pad flashed green and she removed her hand, looking back at Quatre.
"I really don't mind." He said smiling lightly at her, trying to encourage her.
She sighed and touched the open button on the door, which slid open and she swallowed, hard. "Welcome to my apartment." She set down her gym bag right inside the door, and moved in, waiting for him.
Quatre stepped in, 'It can't be as bad as she thinks it is.' He thought, but then his eyes saw the place.
Stark white walls, completely bare, not a picture or something colorful in sight. His eyes drifted to the floor, glass shards did lie across the tiled section of the floor, glittering from the faint light of the hall. An old couch sat almost dusty against the wall, a small crystal Vid-pane resting on a coffee table that was over run with thick novels and history books. Next to the couch was a pile of dirty clothes; the top layer had a white dress shirt that made him wonder, as it was covered in what looked like a bloodstain.
She bit her lower lip, "Quatre-san, please excuse the mess."
"It's fine." Looking back up he met her eyes; "Go take you're time, Minako- san."
She nodded, turning towards the hallway, and sighing, her happy, embarrassed mask dropping as soon as she was out of sight.
*
UPDATED: 12-11-03
Email: ai_child@comcast.net AIM: MinakoWinner04
Any questions, comments, flames or death threat please email or message me, or leave a review.
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Saturday.
Sweat slid down her forehead, blurring her vision as her tightly wrapped hands pounded into the bright red bag. The chain shook and the bag swung away from her then moving back just to be fought away again. Her hands moved in perfect rhythm to the blaring 21st century rock that filled the small gym.
She thought of not much else, her toned, shaped pale body never hesitating as each muscle she used would tense and then relax again. She froze suddenly, her eyes closed; one arm extended the punching bag bouncing against it as she drew in a shuddering breath. "I thought this gym would be empty at 7:00 on a Saturday, and it is an executive gym."
Her words were chopped, the smaller company gym suddenly seeming to be crowded. She listened as she heard the music, which had changed to a new song by the same artist.
"I'm always here at about 7 on Saturdays, Minako-san."
Her muscles shifted completely, spinning on the balls of her feet, blue eyes flicking from dark, annoyance to wide eyed, bright shock as Quatre Winner stood in front of her, complete in long men's gym shorts and a normal t-shirt.
"Quatre-san!" She squeaked, tape wrapped hands flying to cover her mouth, a sweet little idea popping into her mind. "Oh dear! Gomen! Gomen!" She reverted slightly to Japanese and she bowed quickly, keeping her head in just the right place to be able to give him a look of her very scantly clad body.
He glanced away slightly as soon as he could pull his eyes away from her, "Do you always work out in that?" he asked referring to her tight black sports' bra and what looked like a short tight skirt made out of a bikini bottom and out of the same fabric that seemed to hug her hips nicely.
"Oh this-" She stopped herself, blushing brightly, crossing her arms over her chest, and trying to play the modest little girl, "I- I didn't think anyone would be here."
Quatre looked back at her, licking his licks quickly. He felt bad he had embarrassed her. Smiling a little, he muttered, as he stepped towards her, "Minako-san, don't worry about it." Tugging off his plain white T-shirt, he held it out to her, hoping to make peace.
She looked up at him, smiling weakly as she took the shirt, pulling it over her head, her long hair pulled into a bun, sweat making the loose fabric cling to the curves of her female body.
After getting her head out she opened her eyes, coming face to face with a perfectly tanned and toned chest that would make even some of the male Numbers weak with envy. Coughing sharply she looked away, her heart stopping for a moment. "Thank you." She spat out, not knowing what to say.
He nodded, deciding that dropping the subject would be best, moving away from her towards a treadmill in just his navy shorts and sneakers, "Your welcome. Why are you here so early on not only a Saturday, but one of your days off, Minako-san?"
"I like to workout on Saturday mornings, that way if anything horrible happened during the week, I can beat it out." She illustrated her point by slamming her fist into the punching bag causing it to swing back and forth and she walked away to the other treadmill, next to Quatre's, "You, Quatre- san?"
"Me? I always work out every morning at about 7 for at least 20 minutes, I have a good number of sisters who are doctors that like to make sure I'm in completely perfect health until there's another male heir of age.so pretty much until I'm the father of a 18 year old boy." He ran a hand through his light hair, looking towards her, "Do you have any siblings?"
She blinked for a moment, "No...I don't, so I don't know how you would feel. It was just me and my mother, and she's gone now too." She licked her lips at the sudden change of subject, "Is it nice to have such a large family?"
His mind froze, his legs continued to walk but his mind was stuck on thing, her lips. Why did she have to lick them like that, and so often? Didn't she know it made people want to kiss her?
"Quatre-san? Did you hear me?"
"Oh! Hai!" He took a deep breath, praying he heard her right as he answered, "It is nice, at times at least, although, with some of them it's like having many mothers." He chuckled, "Look at me, I'm 24, and my older sisters treat me like a little boy who needs a mommy."
She looked at him as he stared straight ahead, turning away; she smiled to herself, not letting him see it. This was too easy; the man was just opening himself up to her. And his openness would cost him his life.
*
"A nice building." He said, breaking the uncomfortable silence that had drifted over them while they both leaned against opposite sides of the elevator in Minako's apartment building.
She nodded slowly, looking up to stare at the ceiling, he had insisted she go to lunch with him, but she need to shower and change, where as he did this at the private wash room he had at the gym. So they ended up here, in the elevator on the way to her apartment.
"Quatre-sama, I really don't want to make you wait for me-" She started, interrupted by him as the elevator dings, doors opening.
"Minako-san, I don't mind. Is this your floor?" He spoke with a smile, clearly telling her that she was not getting away from lunch with him.
She gulped, being called that name still seem unnatural, in fact every name seemed not to fit. Anna, Yousei, Leona, none of these suited her; and yet she had been them all, and all of them had killed.
"Minako-san?"
She blinked, her eyes dilating and un-clouding. "My apartment!" She gasps, the realization hitting her and her as Aino Minako. "It's horribly dirty! I haven't done dishes, I broke a vase the other day and I'm not sure I got all the glass cleaned up!" And there a pile of clothes with a very bloody shirt still there, her mind added mentally.
"Please Quatre-san, I can't have someone in when it looks like that!" She blushed quickly, biting at her lip, rushing down the hallway and to the right side of the hallway, pressing her palm to the touch pad next to the door, a bright yellow line of light flicked on, sliding under her hand, and a brief pause before the whole pad flashed green and she removed her hand, looking back at Quatre.
"I really don't mind." He said smiling lightly at her, trying to encourage her.
She sighed and touched the open button on the door, which slid open and she swallowed, hard. "Welcome to my apartment." She set down her gym bag right inside the door, and moved in, waiting for him.
Quatre stepped in, 'It can't be as bad as she thinks it is.' He thought, but then his eyes saw the place.
Stark white walls, completely bare, not a picture or something colorful in sight. His eyes drifted to the floor, glass shards did lie across the tiled section of the floor, glittering from the faint light of the hall. An old couch sat almost dusty against the wall, a small crystal Vid-pane resting on a coffee table that was over run with thick novels and history books. Next to the couch was a pile of dirty clothes; the top layer had a white dress shirt that made him wonder, as it was covered in what looked like a bloodstain.
She bit her lower lip, "Quatre-san, please excuse the mess."
"It's fine." Looking back up he met her eyes; "Go take you're time, Minako- san."
She nodded, turning towards the hallway, and sighing, her happy, embarrassed mask dropping as soon as she was out of sight.
*
UPDATED: 12-11-03
Email: ai_child@comcast.net AIM: MinakoWinner04
Any questions, comments, flames or death threat please email or message me, or leave a review.
