Aww, I know, I'm so mean! And I'm afraid you're going to think so after this next chapter too, because it's short! Super short, to be more accurate. But I wanted to give you guys something, and I didn't want to combine it with the next part just quite yet (partially because it wouldn't go, partially because it's not finished yet!), so I decided to post a short chapter. So read on and enjoy, and try to keep the anger to a minimum, ok?
Pick up the phone. Listen to the dial tone. Put the phone back. Five minutes
later, according to the clock on the wall, pick up the phone again. Check to make sure
phone is securely plugged in. Check for dial tone again. Yep, still there...
Usagi had been doing this off and on for the past two hours. It was already past
ten, and she was anxiously awaiting the phone call that Quatre had promised her. So
far she had received no phone calls, and it was driving her crazy! How long was a
person supposed to wait, anyway?
Maybe she was crazy. Here she was, a sensible young woman, in her own
opinion. And what did she do? Spend a (wonderful) night with a man whose name she
didn't know until this morning, as careless and trusting as she was in her teenage
days. But what were the results? She spent a (wonderful) night with a man whose
name she now knew, and she trusted him as if she had known him forever. He was far
from innocent, that much she could see, but there was this air about him that made her
want to never leave.
Thus, the waiting.
All day she had thought of nothing else but him, which arose a stir of curiosity in
her friends when she kept spacing out. But she didn't care. All she did was think
about hearing his voice again, seeing his face again, feeling his lips again...
The phone rang. Eagerly snatching up the receiver, Usagi answered with a calm,
"Moshi moshi?" Her face promptly fell, lower lip quivering. "Gomen ne, but you have
the wrong number." The phone dropped to the floor, forgotten. Usagi sank to the floor
beside it, ignoring the beeping that now came from the receiver.
He wasn't going to call. He promised he would, but he wouldn't. How could she
have been so stupid? How could she have believed his words?
But what about her feelings? She had always relied on her heart to read people and
their emotions. She felt such strong emotions from him. But what if she were wrong?
What if she were wrong?
Tears pooled in her eyes, falling soundlessly down her cheeks that glowed white in
the moonlight streaming in through the open window. They continued to fall as she sat
there on the floor, unmoving.
When Quatre had returned to the Preventers Office, he was once again angry
enough to worry his friends. Everyone was curious as to why the blonde was so out of
character, but none dared question him about it. And so they went to the airport,
where a private plane was currently taking them to their destination.
Quatre had excused himself to go make a phone call to his office, so the others
took this opportunity to discuss his behavior.
"Maybe it has something to do with his company?" Wufei suggested quietly,
scratching his chin in puzzlement.
"No, that can't be it. Quatre has never brought his company's problems to work,
much less let them affect him emotionally like that," Duo answered insightfully as his
indigo eyes wavered in concern. He had never seen his companion so upset over
anything; at least, not since the wars. But those were completely different
circumstances.
Duo made a good point. Quatre was never one to let one job interfere with the
other. Then again, he was never one to get angry and then bottle up the reason for
being so. He had always been fairly open with his problems, and the guys didn't know
quite how to deal with this new situation.
"Do you want me to talk to him?" Trowa finally asked, breaking the silence. He
was Quatre's best friend, and if anyone could get the blonde man to open up, it would
be him. But even he doubted that he would be able to pry any information out of the
irate man.
"No. Leave him be," Hiiro stated simply, and everyone left it at that. If Quatre
wanted to talk, they would all be here to help, but they couldn't force the man to open
up. So for now, they did the only thing they could: focused on the mission at hand.
They're both taking this rather well, don't you think? ::sees skeptical faces:: Ok, ok, even *I* didn't believe that one. But it'll get better, I promise! It just might take a while... But I'll try to keep the angst low... And in these upcoming chapters, I'm going for something new... I won't tell you exactly what until I post em, and then you can pretty much judge for yourself. Speaking of which, please review! I posted sooner than I was going to because I knew you guys were waiting... That, and the ending of chapter 3 was just plain evil... So tell me what you think! I want to know! Thanks bunches!
Pick up the phone. Listen to the dial tone. Put the phone back. Five minutes
later, according to the clock on the wall, pick up the phone again. Check to make sure
phone is securely plugged in. Check for dial tone again. Yep, still there...
Usagi had been doing this off and on for the past two hours. It was already past
ten, and she was anxiously awaiting the phone call that Quatre had promised her. So
far she had received no phone calls, and it was driving her crazy! How long was a
person supposed to wait, anyway?
Maybe she was crazy. Here she was, a sensible young woman, in her own
opinion. And what did she do? Spend a (wonderful) night with a man whose name she
didn't know until this morning, as careless and trusting as she was in her teenage
days. But what were the results? She spent a (wonderful) night with a man whose
name she now knew, and she trusted him as if she had known him forever. He was far
from innocent, that much she could see, but there was this air about him that made her
want to never leave.
Thus, the waiting.
All day she had thought of nothing else but him, which arose a stir of curiosity in
her friends when she kept spacing out. But she didn't care. All she did was think
about hearing his voice again, seeing his face again, feeling his lips again...
The phone rang. Eagerly snatching up the receiver, Usagi answered with a calm,
"Moshi moshi?" Her face promptly fell, lower lip quivering. "Gomen ne, but you have
the wrong number." The phone dropped to the floor, forgotten. Usagi sank to the floor
beside it, ignoring the beeping that now came from the receiver.
He wasn't going to call. He promised he would, but he wouldn't. How could she
have been so stupid? How could she have believed his words?
But what about her feelings? She had always relied on her heart to read people and
their emotions. She felt such strong emotions from him. But what if she were wrong?
What if she were wrong?
Tears pooled in her eyes, falling soundlessly down her cheeks that glowed white in
the moonlight streaming in through the open window. They continued to fall as she sat
there on the floor, unmoving.
When Quatre had returned to the Preventers Office, he was once again angry
enough to worry his friends. Everyone was curious as to why the blonde was so out of
character, but none dared question him about it. And so they went to the airport,
where a private plane was currently taking them to their destination.
Quatre had excused himself to go make a phone call to his office, so the others
took this opportunity to discuss his behavior.
"Maybe it has something to do with his company?" Wufei suggested quietly,
scratching his chin in puzzlement.
"No, that can't be it. Quatre has never brought his company's problems to work,
much less let them affect him emotionally like that," Duo answered insightfully as his
indigo eyes wavered in concern. He had never seen his companion so upset over
anything; at least, not since the wars. But those were completely different
circumstances.
Duo made a good point. Quatre was never one to let one job interfere with the
other. Then again, he was never one to get angry and then bottle up the reason for
being so. He had always been fairly open with his problems, and the guys didn't know
quite how to deal with this new situation.
"Do you want me to talk to him?" Trowa finally asked, breaking the silence. He
was Quatre's best friend, and if anyone could get the blonde man to open up, it would
be him. But even he doubted that he would be able to pry any information out of the
irate man.
"No. Leave him be," Hiiro stated simply, and everyone left it at that. If Quatre
wanted to talk, they would all be here to help, but they couldn't force the man to open
up. So for now, they did the only thing they could: focused on the mission at hand.
They're both taking this rather well, don't you think? ::sees skeptical faces:: Ok, ok, even *I* didn't believe that one. But it'll get better, I promise! It just might take a while... But I'll try to keep the angst low... And in these upcoming chapters, I'm going for something new... I won't tell you exactly what until I post em, and then you can pretty much judge for yourself. Speaking of which, please review! I posted sooner than I was going to because I knew you guys were waiting... That, and the ending of chapter 3 was just plain evil... So tell me what you think! I want to know! Thanks bunches!