Author's Note: I know this story has taken an interesting course but I am
just taking ideas and going with them, seeing where they lead me too. I am
starting to think that this is going to be longer than 'Starlight Dreams'
but now, lets get on with the story! Oh, and a note- the opera Tristan and
Isolde does not belong to me. (and please please please please submit your
reviews!). Thank you-
~ Nightfire
Chapter 10: Tristan
Seiya stood before the mirror in his room, taking a deep breath, clutching his transformation locket (AN: or whatever the heck that thing is). Part of him was unsure about this but on the other hand, he didn't know what else to do. He took another deep breath and pictured what he wanted to disguise himself as. Shoulder length dirty blond hair, hazel eyes that reminded him of pond water, and he made sure to make himself a couple inches taller.
It was done in a few moments. Seiya was happy that it had turned out exactly how he planned, he thought as he tied back his hair and went to find some old clothes. He would have to do some shopping later.
After getting ready, he set out. He passed Yaten and Taiki in the lobby and they walked right by him without a glance. He breathed a sigh of relief as he walked out of the hotel out onto the street. He walked around the city for a while, seeing no sign of Haruka.
That night, he decided to go out, to get used to being someone else then tomorrow, he would find her.
"Come on, it would be good for you to get out" Setsuna insisted, hands on hips. Haruka made a face, rolling her eyes.
"But-"Haruka started but Setsuna had come prepared.
"Hotaru is staying the night at Makoto's with the girls and Michiru has violin practice tonight. I don't feel like staying around here all night and I don't want to leave you home alone," she said.
"I'm 29. I think I can handle being home alone," Haruka muttered.
"Haruka, you never seem to do anything anymore. Now, go get dressed and we'll get going," Setsuna ordered. Haruka didn't feel like arguing any more so dragged herself upstairs to dig around her closet.
She came down a few minutes wearing long loose black pants and tank top with a pair of low sandals as she pulled on her coat. Setsuna was waiting for her, dressed in a short black dress and high heels.
"Let's go the night is wasting away!" Setsuna ordered, dragging her out the door.
Seiya found himself at some bar in the middle of downtown Tokyo but nothing caught his interest so he turned to leave. Just as he did, his eyes fell on Haruka and Setsuna entering. He thanked the fates for this fortune and gathering his courage, went up to her.
"Hm, looks like someone is interested in you," Setsuna commented to Haruka as they went in.
"Wher-"Haruka started then stopped when she realized that Setsuna had deserted her.
"Can I buy you a drink?" a guy asked her politely as he walked up to her. Looking at him closer, she thought that he was a bit cute and since Setsuna had vanished, she thought she might as well.
"Sure. I'll have a martini," she said, taking a seat. He ordered and sat next to her.
"I'm Tristan. And you are?" Seiya asked. He kicked himself, wishing he had come up with a better name but now he had no choice but to go for it.
"Haruka. So, are you here to meet your Isolde?" she asked with a smile. Seiya stared at her blankly, confused.
"I'm sorry, I have no idea what your talking about," he admitted after a minute.
"Sorry, it's from the opera, Tristan and Isolde," she explained.
"Oh. No, I've sort of given up on finding love," he shrugged. The drinks came and they fell silent. "So, why are you here?" he asked.
"Friend dragged me along and then ditched me," she explained.
"Ah, I understand. My brothers are like that," he said. She laughed a little, finishing off her drink.
They ended up talking for a couple hours, until Setsuna came up, looking slightly tipsy.
"I better get going. Thanks for the drinks," Haruka smiled at him as she got up.
"Your welcome. Could I call you sometime?" he asked.
"Sure," she said and quickly wrote down her number. As she left with Setsuna, she couldn't help but think that Tristan seemed somewhat familiar to her.
Seiya returned to his hotel, feeling like he was walking on air. He had returned to his normal appearance and was ready to get some sleep. It had been a good night for him.
~ Nightfire
Chapter 10: Tristan
Seiya stood before the mirror in his room, taking a deep breath, clutching his transformation locket (AN: or whatever the heck that thing is). Part of him was unsure about this but on the other hand, he didn't know what else to do. He took another deep breath and pictured what he wanted to disguise himself as. Shoulder length dirty blond hair, hazel eyes that reminded him of pond water, and he made sure to make himself a couple inches taller.
It was done in a few moments. Seiya was happy that it had turned out exactly how he planned, he thought as he tied back his hair and went to find some old clothes. He would have to do some shopping later.
After getting ready, he set out. He passed Yaten and Taiki in the lobby and they walked right by him without a glance. He breathed a sigh of relief as he walked out of the hotel out onto the street. He walked around the city for a while, seeing no sign of Haruka.
That night, he decided to go out, to get used to being someone else then tomorrow, he would find her.
"Come on, it would be good for you to get out" Setsuna insisted, hands on hips. Haruka made a face, rolling her eyes.
"But-"Haruka started but Setsuna had come prepared.
"Hotaru is staying the night at Makoto's with the girls and Michiru has violin practice tonight. I don't feel like staying around here all night and I don't want to leave you home alone," she said.
"I'm 29. I think I can handle being home alone," Haruka muttered.
"Haruka, you never seem to do anything anymore. Now, go get dressed and we'll get going," Setsuna ordered. Haruka didn't feel like arguing any more so dragged herself upstairs to dig around her closet.
She came down a few minutes wearing long loose black pants and tank top with a pair of low sandals as she pulled on her coat. Setsuna was waiting for her, dressed in a short black dress and high heels.
"Let's go the night is wasting away!" Setsuna ordered, dragging her out the door.
Seiya found himself at some bar in the middle of downtown Tokyo but nothing caught his interest so he turned to leave. Just as he did, his eyes fell on Haruka and Setsuna entering. He thanked the fates for this fortune and gathering his courage, went up to her.
"Hm, looks like someone is interested in you," Setsuna commented to Haruka as they went in.
"Wher-"Haruka started then stopped when she realized that Setsuna had deserted her.
"Can I buy you a drink?" a guy asked her politely as he walked up to her. Looking at him closer, she thought that he was a bit cute and since Setsuna had vanished, she thought she might as well.
"Sure. I'll have a martini," she said, taking a seat. He ordered and sat next to her.
"I'm Tristan. And you are?" Seiya asked. He kicked himself, wishing he had come up with a better name but now he had no choice but to go for it.
"Haruka. So, are you here to meet your Isolde?" she asked with a smile. Seiya stared at her blankly, confused.
"I'm sorry, I have no idea what your talking about," he admitted after a minute.
"Sorry, it's from the opera, Tristan and Isolde," she explained.
"Oh. No, I've sort of given up on finding love," he shrugged. The drinks came and they fell silent. "So, why are you here?" he asked.
"Friend dragged me along and then ditched me," she explained.
"Ah, I understand. My brothers are like that," he said. She laughed a little, finishing off her drink.
They ended up talking for a couple hours, until Setsuna came up, looking slightly tipsy.
"I better get going. Thanks for the drinks," Haruka smiled at him as she got up.
"Your welcome. Could I call you sometime?" he asked.
"Sure," she said and quickly wrote down her number. As she left with Setsuna, she couldn't help but think that Tristan seemed somewhat familiar to her.
Seiya returned to his hotel, feeling like he was walking on air. He had returned to his normal appearance and was ready to get some sleep. It had been a good night for him.