Chapter 11- Going to A Ball
"Hold still, Duo. It's not like you're getting a hair cut," Mika was trying to brush Duo's hair out for the Ball.
"I'm getting a hair cut?" Duo's eyes grew very wide. "Noooooo!"
"Calm down, we're not cutting your hair! We're just going to get the tangles out!" Relena was holding Duo down in the kitchen chair. This looked very funny as it was nearly nine o'clock, and Relena and Mika were in ball gowns with their hair and make-up done. "It won't hurt a bit!" Mika took hold on a section of loose hair, and detangled it.
"OUCH! GET OFF!" Duo tried again to get away, but failed.
"I got the tuxedo," Quatre walked in, holding a traditional black and white tuxedo.
"WHAT? Not only do I have to be tortured, I have to dress up? No way!" Duo was appalled.
"Well, I'm sure Heather would love for you to come to the Ball in jeans and a T-shirt," Quatre said sarcastically. "Yup, she won't be expecting you to look nice and handsome at all,"
"Gimme!" Duo would have lunged out of the chair if Relena had let him.
"Duo in a tux. That's something you won't see everyday," Heero walked nonchalantly into the kitchen. He looked rather handsome in his tuxedo.
"Gimme, gimme, gimme!" Duo was trying to escape from the clutches of Relena. "Gimme tux!"
"Mika, why is my dress ballooning outward?" Sarian walked into the kitchen in her dress, hair done and all.
"Oh, that's just the way it's made," Mika was still detangling Duo's hair. "Haven't you ever worn a dress before?"
"Well, since I grew up on a military compound, I would think not," Sarian shot a glare at Mika.
"Hey, Sarian, could I see you in the garden for a bit?" Trowa walked into the kitchen, dressed up and ready to go. He carried a silver bag.
"Sure," Sarian went over to the French doors, and opened them.
The night air was a bit frigid, as expected for the spring. The torches were lit, and the garden seemed to glow. There was excitement in the air, even the koi swimming in the pond seemed to be happy.
Sarian walked down to the bench and sat down. Trowa closed the French doors, then joined Sarian on the bench. "You look really pretty," He said.
"Thanks, you too," Sarian saw the reaction on Trowa's face. "I mean, you're not pretty, you're handsome. Very handsome, not pretty." Sarian was flabbergasted; I have definitely changed in the past three weeks. What will I be like this time next year?
"Well, here. It's a gift," Trowa handed Sarian the silver shopping bag. "A tradition of the Cherry Blossom Spring Ball is that the guy gets a gift for the girl he's taking. I hope you like it."
Sarian opened the bag, reached in, and pulled out a book with a white marbleized cover with a silver lock. Two small keys and a silver pen hung from a white ribbon attached to the spine.
"It's a journal," Trowa smiled as he watched Sarian undo the lock, and look at the pure white pages. "I thought you might need a place to write down everything on your mind,"
"Trowa, it's beautiful. Thank you very much," Sarian kissed Trowa lightly on the lips.
"Sar, there's been something going through my head, and I feel I should just come out and say it right now before things get to serious." Trowa looked at the gravel paving. "I've noticed you've been spending a lot of time with Heero, and you two seem to be getting along pretty well. And, if he's the one you'd rather be with instead of me, then I won't stop you from being with him. He's my friend and I couldn't keep him or you from happiness,"
"Trowa that's gross! He's my brother!" Sarian burst out before she could stop herself.
"Ah, well that's nice," Trowa then realized what Sarian had said. "WHAT?"
"Heero's my brother; my twin brother to be more specific." Sarian smiled at Trowa's shocked face.
"You mean that Heero's a Delta soldier?" Trowa was sent into shock.
"Yeah, he's X212H, or Helios as he would have been called. But, he escaped the grounds when he was seven, and I only learned about him during the week the General let me take off after Taxen raped me. I hacked into the computer server, and found out all about him. You're more shocked than I was when I found out."
"So, Heero's your brother," Trowa was trying to make sense of the situation.
"Yeah, and if we started going out, that would be incest," Sarian said. "I don't think you have anything to worry about,"
"That's very nice," Trowa smiled again, then kissed Sarian.
Duo walked out into the garden with his hair braided and his tuxedo on. "Come on, let's go. The limos are waiting!"
"On, lusty gentleman," Sarian quoted.
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"Now, I have to warn you. Since we're Milliardo Peacecraft's wards, we're pretty famous here on Earth, so the press will have a field day when we get here," Trowa told Sarian as they rounded the circle drive of the Asihare Prince Hotel.
"Is that bad?" Sarian clutched her handbag, in which held her new journal, pen, and some stuff Mika had her put in there.
"Depends on how you look at it," Trowa said as the door was opened by the chauffer. He got out first, and then held out his hand to Sarian.
There seemed to be a thousand flashes going off at once. Sarian was blinded as she got out of the car, and stood on the red carpet leading up to the front of the Hotel. Pressmen called out loudly.
"Trowa! Trowa look here!"
"Hey, Barton! Give us a smile!"
"Who's your new girlfriend?"
"Sarian McCarthy," Trowa answered to the sea of photographers. They then seemed to focus solely on her after that, and Sarian was tired of smiling when they entered the lobby of the hotel and were escorted to the ballroom.
"Well, we're here," Trowa said.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: Hey, hey! So, finally someone else knows about the twins now!
Logged down with homework. Fingers hurt. Must rest.
Funny rhyme I got from my friend Rach:
Jack and Jill went up the hill
To have a little fun
Stupid Jill forgot the Pill,
And now they have a son.
Hee Hee Hee. Funny, at least in my mind. There are funnier ones, but I won't tell them now.
What fun this chapter was to write.
Suri
