asher
a/n: thanks to my two reviewers! ^_^ i orginally wasn't going to post this chapter at all, but remembering your nice words pushed me towards it.
i hope this is as amusing as i thought it was.
thanks to laino-kun for letting me bastardize her restaurant and to charity, who actually works there! ^_^ please excuse the typos as no editor has looked at this.
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paper wrapping from my straw
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I walked inside of Canton Wong #2 with purpose. Faded jeans and a simple, long untucked t-shirt the exact shade of Trowa's eyes and some black short-boots along with a navy thigh-length men's coat and I was ready for anything.
There were four people sitting at a single booth chatting away quietly while one of the restaurant's workers took orders over the phone and yelled them out to the cooks behind her.
He'd chosen the booth right next to the kitchen door.
I walked over to him and felt mildly relieved that he'd given me the courtesy of changing out of his usual look which just screamed 'Look at me! Look at me! I'm PRETERNATURAL!'
Instead of the long trail of platinum hair, it was about the length of Heero's, messy and very very black.
I sat in front of him as he smiled widely, looking over the cheap, gold-colored paper menu.
"I think I'm going to order an order of crab-puffs and the house chicken. Menu?" He offered it me.
I scoffed. "I come here all the time. I don't need to order. Food comes to me automatically. Like magic."
The girl that had been taking orders at the counter waltzed over to us with a glass in hand and after setting down the glass next to my elbow she turned to Zechs, "So what can I get you?"
He gave me a funny look before answering. "One order of crab puffs, the house chicken and just water please."
"It'll be a few minutes." She wrote everything down and walked back over to the counter.
I removed the paper wrapping from my straw and sipped my pepsi complacently. "I told you. They know what I'm going to order. Magic."
His eyes were the same though. He'd gone for younger though. Looked 18, softer cheekbones and much more supple lips. Three inches short of his six feet. Hmm. White shirt. I moved my legs and looked under the table. Nicely worn jeans, a few tears at the knees, one at the thigh and at the bottom, black combat boots. Bastard. He looked decent. Argh.
"So what have you been up to Noin?"
"Oh, the usual." I gave him a shrug, noncommital wave of my hand. "Eating, sleeping, reading, observing life. Once in a while hitting the sack with Trowa." I smiled as I said the last. "You?"
"Very amusing. I've basically been waiting to see you."
"That's really pathetic, Zechs."
The food came right as he was about to make his usual retort and I smiled. "Hey, I have a thing about talking while eating. It's blasphemy against god to do so, so don't do it. But don't eat to fast either 'cause that's bad for the digestive system and your soul. Get that."
He waved off my comments as he dove in. But before I let him have a swig of his water I made him swear under oath and under pain of violence with my fork and butterknife that he would not chew with his mouth open.
I picked at my own food, mainly sticking to eating my crabpuffs, reveling in the taste of cream cheese and the sweet and sour sauce.
Huh. What did Zechs really mean to me?
The waitress girl put another glass of soda next to my empty one and I took another straw, peeling the wrapper away. I had a think about using the same straw more than once. Bad karma. That's what killed off Mother Teresa, I bet. Using the same straw--*pshh*
So, what does the idiot mean? Is he someone that I would---hey, I know exactly what he means to me.
I crumpled the wrapper in my hand.
Nothing.
An image of Zechs popped into my head. What would he say if I said that to him right now? To his face?
Hur.
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*dramatic soap-opera music*
"Zechs! You mean nothing to me!" I stand up, one hand on my hip and the other pointing at him in accusation of my lovelessness towards him.
He stops in mid-chew, gaping at me and the shock of my words seeping in...
*climactic rise of crappy elevator-instrumental pop music*
...he allowed his fork to FALL on his plate and what was infinitely worse---he OPENS his mouth.
----->---->--->-->->END OF DAYDREAM SEQUENCE--->-->->
Is that really what would happen?
ASSHOLE! He swore to me that he wouldn't!
I took the nearly full glass of soda in my hand and flung it into his face.
"You promised me you wouldn't do that! Dammit, that's gross." I got up, kicked his foot and paid for my part of the bill. "I hope I at least scuffed your shoe."
"NOIN!"
I walked out of the restaurant, half of my brain feeling triumphant and elated from having vindicated his broken oath and the other part of my brain berating me for bring a moron. That part was saying to me : "FOOL! you only did that so that you could get out of the lunch deal! He's going to be pissed now!".
Hey, stupid brain. There's no conflict here in the Brain of Noin. There's only one of you.
Wait a minute...
If I'm an immortal mortal. Do I still only have one brain?
It doesn't seem like one's enough now a days.
And what if that pompous ass Treize released Prometheous or something and the egotistical Titan got off his ass and messed with his little model kits? Ah damn.
But where would they have put the other one?
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just another little note:
according to the mythology, Prometheous was the creator of mankind. he was one of the only Titans who didn't fight against Zeus and was therefore not sent to the pits of Tartarus, or the Greek equivalent of hell.
but when Prometheous stole fire from Olympus and gave it to the humans, Zeus wasn't very happy, so he took him, bound him to a damn big rock with unbreakable chains. since then, vultures would come everyday and tear/eat his liver. which would always grow back in the night.
bwahaha.
i think he'd be a bit disgruntled after that, don't you? ^___^
oh, and advance apologies for Noin's abrupt stupidity towards the end. it comes and goes. *shrugs*
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