Café Perfection
Chapter 4
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Over the week she was gone, we talked for hours everyday. She told me about he past and interests. She even went into detail about the violinist and their romantic relationship. Those times I longed to make her mine even more. I'm not so jaded that I won't admit I was jealous. Our conversations dwelled on my life as well. I told her about my colony and my clan, even about my wife. I didn't fail to mention I was a soldier, but the word "gundam" never neared our conversations.
The week apart ended in a little celebration and a little grief. She had won that race she put her heart and soul into. Unfortunately for me, this meant shed be jetted off to France as soon as possible. There was an upcoming race less than two weeks away and she needed that time to prepare. We talked though, the whole time she was away.
She had been in France for three days when I got an order to return to Sanq. We were to guide that whinny onna. Time goes by slower in Sanq. When I wasn't talking to Haruka it was torture and that was killing me. I had become so accustom to speaking to her that having to do so less and less because of our jobs was unbearable.
I know I became sulky and dark and my fellow pilots did not miss this. It was Quatre they elected to talk to me. My reserve did not last ten minutes before I gave in and told him about my time in Japan and that girl, that aggravating, intoxicating girl that stole my heart. Quatre's a good person and he's also an honest one. He admitted I hadn't been myself. He told me all the things I already knew.
In a month and a half, she changed me. I no longer ranted about the weakness of women. My ego was defiantly taken down many notches. The most drastic change was that my carved-in-stone sense of justice was skewed. Black and white melted into a gray area that she ushered in.
I should have known that if I trusted Quatre with all these tender secrets, they would eventually become common knowledge among my comrades. I had to deal with Duo's constant mocking chants of "Fei-kun," but other than that it wasn't horrible. Quatre was very sensitive to it and Heero didn't get involved. Whenever I would get annoyed with all the attention, though, Trowa would smile softly in an understanding way and tell Quatre and Duo to drop the subject.
Still, when left to my own devices, I found myself thinking only of her and the more I thought, the unhappier I got. I started questioning everything and its value and my happiness and my future with her. 'Would it always be like this?' was the constant question on my mind.
This continued until the day of Haruka's race. It was broadcast all over Earth and the colonies. Haruka was the only female driver and from what I could tell, there was some ridicule from the other drivers. She silenced them. She manipulated her machine in such a way she seemed to be melted with it. She drove like the wind, no, she was the wind. Easily, Haruka won.
The other pilots were watching with me. Duo commented on how "hot" he thought she was in her skintight racing suit. The others seemed to be as impressed with her as I was. I don't know why, but an overwhelming sense of pride swelled up in my chest. That girl was mine, maybe not at this exact moment while we were apart, but one day we'd be together again and I'd make her mine forever.
That was yesterday. Now, I sit with my fellow gundam pilots and that onna in one of Quatre's homes. The onna is hanging all over Heero and his features are dark as usual. Trowa sits beside the two, reading the newspaper from last Sunday. Duo's yakking the ear off of Quatre and he, with his infinite politeness, simply sits there tolerating the noise. I'm alone on a love seat thinking of Haruka and how it all came to be.
The doorbell's ringing but I don't really care. "I wonder who that could be," Duo and Quatre chime in unison. The latter goes to open the door, but other than that I tune the rest out. I notice as he enters the room again, a smile on his lips and a hidden secret in his eyes. "Oh, Wufei, there's someone here for you."
I see the same amusement in all of my companions eyes, save the onna. Even Heero has a small simper. Who else could it be? I told her where I was, did she track me down precisely and come for me? I cannot know until I go to her. I get up and practically run to the front door.
And there she is. I cannot speak. She's wearing a skirt and a tank top. I wonder to myself if this is a change for me or if she dresses this way on occasion. Then my mind goes blank, I cannot think. I'm screaming to my brain to give me some instruction as to what to say or do, but nothing happens. I don't need to respond because she does. Haruka wraps her arms around me and our lips touch. It's almost too much, but not enough at all.
My body responds vividly, but still my brain does nothing. The more I plead for a response, the more it's ignored and the more my body responds. Finally when I stop trying for some sort of mental reaction, it hits me. A thought so humorous and ironic that in the middle of Haruka and my—ahem—greeting, I burst out laughing.
She stops kissing me and turns a perplexed eye to my antics. "Something funny, Fei-kun?" she asks annoyed. I shake my head and throw my arms around her, lavishing her with more kisses. I sigh and coo in to her ear, "I was just thinking, I could sure go for a cup of coffee."
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