DISCLAIMER: Like I said before. I don't own nothing. Not Gundam Wing or
Sailor Moon. This is just a short little ficy I'm doing. Don't expect much
from it.
Makoto sighed depressingly as she looked at the cold plate of food waiting for him. He hadn't been to her café in two weeks. He had not told anyone that he had been leaving or going anywhere. Which was unusual for him. He usually called before he left for anything.
She never realized how much of a crush she had developed for him until now. Ever since two weeks ago when he complemented her food. Without even finishing it. And then he left, without word to anyone.
Until now, now that he was gone, she never realized just how much she cared for him. How much she loved him. He had been the only thing to remain constant in her life. Over the past two years, things changed dramatically for her. Her life had completely changed from what it used to be.
But Heero had stayed the same. Always there for her. He had always been there to lend an ear when she had something to say. She had told him so many things. Because so few tended to stick around long enough to listen anymore. She told him things that she had never before told anyone. And felt closer to the stoic man because of it. Even if he often had little to say on the matter.
(FLASHBACK)
She sighed. She was depressed. So much so that she did not even notice as Heero walked in and sat himself down at the back of the café. Even more so that her patrons were not bestowed with a cheerful smile that Makoto gave to everyone who came into her establishment. The look on her face was that of a lost person.
She walked sulking, bumping into people and mumbling weak apologizes as she took orders. Not a smile to anyone.
She bumped into someone again and mumbled an apology before she even saw who it was. The person grabbed her shoulders and sat her down in a booth. She looked up to see Heero sit down across from her. He stared her in the eyes.
"What's wrong?" He asked her.
Makoto was unsure if he was actually worried for her or if it was just a statement. The way he said those two words sounded like he were interrogating a suspect. She shook her head sadly and looked at him. His gaze had not faulted.
"Everything. My life is ruined. A larger restaurant company is trying to run me out of business. My boyfriend wants me to decide between him and working here. I yelled at one of my best friends yesterday and now they hate me. My friends are unsure if they will be able to come visit this summer. I- I don't know what to do." She hung her head low. She had just poured her heart out to an almost complete stranger. And she was not a person to whine. She looked up and him.
He had not moved the entire time that he sat there. His eyes seemed to look strait into her soul. Picking her apart and reading every part of her there was to read.
"What do your emotions tell you?"
Emotions? What did they have to do with anything? "Well, they tell me to forget about my boyfriend if he can't accept me for who I am. They tell me to fight the corporate sponsors. And to talk things over with my friends."
"Then that is exactly what you should do." He stood up and looked to be about to walk off and leave. Her head shot up and her eyes pleaded with him asking him not to go.
"But what if I'm wrong? What if-" She was cut short as Heero stopped next to her and looked down at her. For a moment, he eyes showed emotion. Showed understanding.
"There are no 'buts' or 'what ifs.' Your emotions can not do you wrong. Cannot lead you down the wrong path. Not so long as you trust them." With that, he stuck his hands in his pockets and walked out of the café. Leaving her somewhat bewildered and strangely comforted. And still sitting in the booth.
(END FLASH BACK)
She smiled at the memory. He had been right. It had all worked out in the end. She was better off without that guy. She fought off the corporate sponsor and won. She had working things right with her friends and she did not regret a thing about it. And it had been because of what he said to her.
The guy had a knack for knowing just what to do in any given situation. Knew the perfect thing to say to anything said, even if he didn't say it. Had an uncanny ability to see things as they really were and see people as they really were.
It was almost like the guy had been trained to notice and see things before they even happened and know exactly what to do about it. In any situation.
(FLASHBACK)
Makoto smiled and hummed softly to herself as she fixed the food for her customers. A yelp of startlement brought her attention to a young girl she had just hired. Looking over, she saw the girl jump away as the deep fat fryer caught fire and flames jumped up at the ceiling.
Makoto screamed in shock and panic, as did everyone in the café. Panicking, she looked left and right and desperately grabbed a large bowl full of water in a sink and prepared to thrown it at the fire.
She was immediately taken off her feet and the bowl of water fell to the floor. Looking up, She saw Heero stand over her, looking at her and then at the fire. When had he jumped over the counter? Grabbing a fire extinguisher, he put the flames out carefully.
Setting it down, he cocked at eyebrow at her questioningly and smirked at her. "I thought you were a cook?" He said emotionlessly and she knew he was teasing her. For what, she was unsure.
"Huh?" She spouted. Just what was he saying? That she wasn't a cook? Something was wrong with her cooking? She was a bad cook maybe?
"Never throw water on a grease fire." He stated and continued to smirk.
Her mouth fell open as realization dawned on her. Her face became red from embarrassment. She might as well just pin a badge on her chest that says "stupid." Anyone should have remembered that. Well, almost everyone. Usagi would forget. But anyone else should have a little common sense. And she had panicked.
"Be more careful next time." He said and stuck his hands in his pockets. Walking out of her kitchen and leaving the café. Leaving her with a surprised look on her face. Like, he actually cared?
(END FLASHBACK)
She laughed softly to herself. She knew he cared. He just didn't know how to show it. She dumped his cold meal into the trash. It had been two weeks since she had last seen him. But he did not say he would be leaving. So she continued to fix his meal everyday. In case he should show up.
And then she could show him how much she cared. She knew he cared. Or else why would he have said what he did to her those times? That day two weeks ago when she last saw him? He cared. And she would tell him so.
She looked up as a familiar looking man walked in the café. He had chestnut brown hair that was braided in the back and came down to the small of his back. He smiled cheerfully at her. She couldn't help but smile back.
"What can I get you?" She pulled out a pad of paper and pen and looked at him as his smile faltered slightly.
"Information please. I'm looking for a Heero Yuy. I'm told he is a regular that this restaurant." He leaned on the counter and seemed to look at her hopefully.
Why was the guy looking for Heero? "He usually is. But I have not seen him for a while." Why did she not like where this was going. " Who are you? Is something the matter?"
The man sighed and his smile disappeared. "Name is Maxwell. Duo Maxwell. I am a co-worker of Heero's at the Preventers building. We have heard and seen nothing of him for two weeks."
She had stopped breathing. Heero was gone? Missing? What if he. . . He could be. . . Heero was gone! She found it hard to breath and gripped the counter with both hands for support shaking. Duo did not seem to notice this.
"If you should see him, please ask him to contact me." Duo's head hung low as he walked out of the café. All of his hopes seemed to be drained away from him. Makoto knew the feeling. She was getting it right now. But was not taking it so well.
He was gone! And she never told him! What if she never got the chance? What if he never knew? What if. . . Suddenly, the words "Live by your emotions." Came to mind. Her emotions told her to have faith. Heero was still alive. And she would tell him how she loved him.
Makoto sighed depressingly as she looked at the cold plate of food waiting for him. He hadn't been to her café in two weeks. He had not told anyone that he had been leaving or going anywhere. Which was unusual for him. He usually called before he left for anything.
She never realized how much of a crush she had developed for him until now. Ever since two weeks ago when he complemented her food. Without even finishing it. And then he left, without word to anyone.
Until now, now that he was gone, she never realized just how much she cared for him. How much she loved him. He had been the only thing to remain constant in her life. Over the past two years, things changed dramatically for her. Her life had completely changed from what it used to be.
But Heero had stayed the same. Always there for her. He had always been there to lend an ear when she had something to say. She had told him so many things. Because so few tended to stick around long enough to listen anymore. She told him things that she had never before told anyone. And felt closer to the stoic man because of it. Even if he often had little to say on the matter.
(FLASHBACK)
She sighed. She was depressed. So much so that she did not even notice as Heero walked in and sat himself down at the back of the café. Even more so that her patrons were not bestowed with a cheerful smile that Makoto gave to everyone who came into her establishment. The look on her face was that of a lost person.
She walked sulking, bumping into people and mumbling weak apologizes as she took orders. Not a smile to anyone.
She bumped into someone again and mumbled an apology before she even saw who it was. The person grabbed her shoulders and sat her down in a booth. She looked up to see Heero sit down across from her. He stared her in the eyes.
"What's wrong?" He asked her.
Makoto was unsure if he was actually worried for her or if it was just a statement. The way he said those two words sounded like he were interrogating a suspect. She shook her head sadly and looked at him. His gaze had not faulted.
"Everything. My life is ruined. A larger restaurant company is trying to run me out of business. My boyfriend wants me to decide between him and working here. I yelled at one of my best friends yesterday and now they hate me. My friends are unsure if they will be able to come visit this summer. I- I don't know what to do." She hung her head low. She had just poured her heart out to an almost complete stranger. And she was not a person to whine. She looked up and him.
He had not moved the entire time that he sat there. His eyes seemed to look strait into her soul. Picking her apart and reading every part of her there was to read.
"What do your emotions tell you?"
Emotions? What did they have to do with anything? "Well, they tell me to forget about my boyfriend if he can't accept me for who I am. They tell me to fight the corporate sponsors. And to talk things over with my friends."
"Then that is exactly what you should do." He stood up and looked to be about to walk off and leave. Her head shot up and her eyes pleaded with him asking him not to go.
"But what if I'm wrong? What if-" She was cut short as Heero stopped next to her and looked down at her. For a moment, he eyes showed emotion. Showed understanding.
"There are no 'buts' or 'what ifs.' Your emotions can not do you wrong. Cannot lead you down the wrong path. Not so long as you trust them." With that, he stuck his hands in his pockets and walked out of the café. Leaving her somewhat bewildered and strangely comforted. And still sitting in the booth.
(END FLASH BACK)
She smiled at the memory. He had been right. It had all worked out in the end. She was better off without that guy. She fought off the corporate sponsor and won. She had working things right with her friends and she did not regret a thing about it. And it had been because of what he said to her.
The guy had a knack for knowing just what to do in any given situation. Knew the perfect thing to say to anything said, even if he didn't say it. Had an uncanny ability to see things as they really were and see people as they really were.
It was almost like the guy had been trained to notice and see things before they even happened and know exactly what to do about it. In any situation.
(FLASHBACK)
Makoto smiled and hummed softly to herself as she fixed the food for her customers. A yelp of startlement brought her attention to a young girl she had just hired. Looking over, she saw the girl jump away as the deep fat fryer caught fire and flames jumped up at the ceiling.
Makoto screamed in shock and panic, as did everyone in the café. Panicking, she looked left and right and desperately grabbed a large bowl full of water in a sink and prepared to thrown it at the fire.
She was immediately taken off her feet and the bowl of water fell to the floor. Looking up, She saw Heero stand over her, looking at her and then at the fire. When had he jumped over the counter? Grabbing a fire extinguisher, he put the flames out carefully.
Setting it down, he cocked at eyebrow at her questioningly and smirked at her. "I thought you were a cook?" He said emotionlessly and she knew he was teasing her. For what, she was unsure.
"Huh?" She spouted. Just what was he saying? That she wasn't a cook? Something was wrong with her cooking? She was a bad cook maybe?
"Never throw water on a grease fire." He stated and continued to smirk.
Her mouth fell open as realization dawned on her. Her face became red from embarrassment. She might as well just pin a badge on her chest that says "stupid." Anyone should have remembered that. Well, almost everyone. Usagi would forget. But anyone else should have a little common sense. And she had panicked.
"Be more careful next time." He said and stuck his hands in his pockets. Walking out of her kitchen and leaving the café. Leaving her with a surprised look on her face. Like, he actually cared?
(END FLASHBACK)
She laughed softly to herself. She knew he cared. He just didn't know how to show it. She dumped his cold meal into the trash. It had been two weeks since she had last seen him. But he did not say he would be leaving. So she continued to fix his meal everyday. In case he should show up.
And then she could show him how much she cared. She knew he cared. Or else why would he have said what he did to her those times? That day two weeks ago when she last saw him? He cared. And she would tell him so.
She looked up as a familiar looking man walked in the café. He had chestnut brown hair that was braided in the back and came down to the small of his back. He smiled cheerfully at her. She couldn't help but smile back.
"What can I get you?" She pulled out a pad of paper and pen and looked at him as his smile faltered slightly.
"Information please. I'm looking for a Heero Yuy. I'm told he is a regular that this restaurant." He leaned on the counter and seemed to look at her hopefully.
Why was the guy looking for Heero? "He usually is. But I have not seen him for a while." Why did she not like where this was going. " Who are you? Is something the matter?"
The man sighed and his smile disappeared. "Name is Maxwell. Duo Maxwell. I am a co-worker of Heero's at the Preventers building. We have heard and seen nothing of him for two weeks."
She had stopped breathing. Heero was gone? Missing? What if he. . . He could be. . . Heero was gone! She found it hard to breath and gripped the counter with both hands for support shaking. Duo did not seem to notice this.
"If you should see him, please ask him to contact me." Duo's head hung low as he walked out of the café. All of his hopes seemed to be drained away from him. Makoto knew the feeling. She was getting it right now. But was not taking it so well.
He was gone! And she never told him! What if she never got the chance? What if he never knew? What if. . . Suddenly, the words "Live by your emotions." Came to mind. Her emotions told her to have faith. Heero was still alive. And she would tell him how she loved him.
