Unexpected
Disclaimer: huf...
Author note: Hurray for mental kicks. I should set myself deadlines... really.
"Deadlines are good. Deadlines make you strong. Deadlines give you periodic kick in the ass and panic attacks. Deadlines help you feel superior when you meet it, or defiant when you slip. Deadlines inspire you to be creative in passing blame and coming up with excuses. Deadline is the tenth Muse." I know I read that on the shoujo-ai forum, but I can't remember who said it.... sorry. But whoever you are, you're the eleventh muse. ;)
After this, I'm going to bed. It's 4am and I got school tomorow... well today... well... ugh. Please don't kill me for late updates or bad english... I'm already dying from a lack of sleep anyway... haven't sleeped last night... it's been *looks at her watch* 41 hours since I last slept... shit. Anybody got some trick to cure insomnia?
Chapter 3.
It had been three days since she started working for Helena and Christie was now completely settled in her new room, witch was, of course, right next to the blond's, just in case she needed something.
The alibinos was starting to get used to her new routine and surpisingly wasn't annoyed anymore by Julianna's 24/7 hyper state. She was even begining to find it quite amusing. As she was preparing the breakfeast, the redhead bounced in siging about her love for birds and bunnies in an opera- like maner. She twirled around Christie once, then around the table and executed a grand finale, witch she royaly screwed up and ended up flat on the floor. Christie chuckled quietly and extended her hand to the small woman. The redhead grinned, for it was the first time Christie was kind enough to help her get up.
"You'll get it right next time." She smiled. Julianna took the offered hand, but as she stood up, Christie noticed the strenght in the small hand... too much strenght for a normal person.
"Why do I always miss that part?" She whined as she dusted herself.
"Who knows?" She shruggred lightly, returning to the making of the meal. 'She's strong.' Christie thought as she cooked. 'Something's wrong with her... And it took three fucking days for me to notice.. damnit!! I need to focus!! I've let my guard down even if this castle's overflowing with martial artists!!'
"What's the matter?" Julianna asked innocently.
"What do you mean?" She answered casualy, proceding in filling Helena's plate with almost anything you could think of eating in the morning.
"I know you're one to use the ancestrial art of facial control, but usually you're not _that_ expressionless. I can tell something's bothering you." She said knowingly, crossing her arms and leaning on the counter. "What did I do?"
'What?!?! She already got my supremly blank face figured out??!?!' Christie cringed. She sighed, considering what she was about to say. "Are you one of Helena's 'undercover' bodyguards?" She finally asked, suspiciouly.
"No.... why?" The little woman eyed her with equal suspicion, still not moving.
Christie adopted the same position, crossing her arms and leaning on the counter. "Because you're obviously a martial artist."
Julianna's face fell. "How do you know?" She backed away.
"The strenght in your hands." She pointed Julianna's left hand.
"That's it? You found out because of that?!" Her eyes were suddenly very wide. "Where did you learned to tell so easily??" She beamed.
Christie shrugged again. Julianna still didn't seemed like a threat, plus she really didn't wanted to blow up her cover so soon. "....... So, witch art do you practice?" She dodged the redhead's question.
"Pi Qua Quan." Julianna smiled. "Lady Helena's teaching me." Suddenly, she grinned from ear to ear as an idea crossed her mind. "You could practice with us!"
The albinos was taken aback by the sudden outburst. "What?!"
"Yea!" She squealed. "You know, training sessions! We do that often before the supper." She explained. "And since it seems like you have some interest in martial arts...."
Thinking about it, the idea of training with Helena was more and more appealing; when comes the time when she'll have to fight the blond, she'd have the advantage of knowing all of her oppenent's possibilities. And the thought of watching a sweaty Helena execute series of deadly moves helped her to make up her mind. "Uh... Yeah.... I... always wanted to be able to..... fight........ like the masters...." She lied, being already a master herself. She picked up the tray and was about to go upstairs when Julianna stoped her.
"You haven't answered me yet.... " Julianna said as she filled another plate for Lei-Fang.
She glanced at the redhead. "I .... have friends who thaught me basics."
The small woman was left alone. "Wait!!! I forgot to tell you!!!" But Christie didn't hear her. "BE CAREFUL WHEN YOU WAKE LADY HELENA!!!! " She yelled, hoping the other woman heard this last statement.
**********
Upstairs, Christie entered Helena's room to find that the blond was still asleep. She came next to the bed and set the tray down. Then she got to the curains and flew them open. "Lady Helena! It's time to wake up!!"
Helena didn't flinched.
Christie frowned. "Lady Helena!!" she almost yelled.
Not even the slightest move.
The albinos came up to the bed. "Lady Helena?" She asked. Still no answer. Christie paused a moment to gaze at the sleeping beauty 'So defenceless.... to think that I could snap her neck right now... ' She thought.
"Lady Helena?" She asked again as she was about to touch the woman's shoulder. But just before she could reach her, Helena grabed her hand and in one swift move, Christie flew all the way over the bed, to the other side of it. Fortunatly, she managed to land on her feets. "What the -- ??" She tensed, ready to fight.
Helena looked around, confused and obviously still half asleep. "Huh??" Then she saw Christie and her eyes widened. "Merde! Sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry!!" She said as she got up to meet the stuned woman. (AN: she just said Shit... I shouldn't make her swear... She's too sophisticated for that... oh fuck it.)
"What was that for?" Christie asked, surprise evident in her face and voice.
Helena rubbed the back of her neck. "Well.... since there were several attempts to assassinate me well.... I became a little defensive...." she grinned sheephishly. "You know... my instincts and reflexes kick in before I really wake up..."
Christie took a mental note not to try and kill the blond in her sleep.
"mmm... what smells so nice?" Helena said as she sniffed the air, changing completely and totaly the subject.
"Er..." The British woman pointed to the plates on the night table.
"Oooo!!!" Helena walked to her bed and sat down. "It's the first time you cooked my meal!" She said as she dug in. "And it's delicious!!" She added, happily muching on a home-made wapple.
"Thank you." Christie smiled as Helena ate. "There's something I'd like to ask you, if you may."
Helena looked up at the woman standing right in front of her. "Hum?"
The albinos closed her eyes and sighed. "Julianna told me you train together...."
"Hum." She nodded, still eagerly eating her breakfast.
"... Well, I was wondering if I could...."
Helena stopped eating.
"... train with you too?" Christie was now very interrested in the beautiful red carpet that lay on the floor. 'Why is this damn so hard to ask?' She cursed inwardly.
The blond claped her hands together as a huge smile spread across her features. "You'd really want to?"
"I wouldn't ask if I didn't want to." She answered, eyes still resting on the carpet.
Helena giggled. "You're so cute when you're blushing!"
Christie's head shot up. "I am not!"
Helena stood up. "Yes, you are!" She approached the white haired woman with a dangerously playful smile.
Christie steped back, now a little afraid of the other woman. "I am not!" Yet, she felt her cheeks redden.
Helena smiled like mad, still advancing. "Yes, yes, you are!"
Christie steped back once again, ready to run, if needed, but it was to late. The blond leaped and they fell to the floor, the albinos was caught in a fierce hug. "Sooooooooooooooooooooooo cute!!!"
"Argh!?" Christie struggled to get free, but it was no use, Helena wouldn't let her go. She calmed herself and took in the present situation. The most beautiful woman she had ever met lied on top of her, almost naked and hugging her like there was no tomorrow. By now, it seemed the blond had calmed down, Christie noticed. Then, something came to her... she heard Helena sniff. 'Is she smelling my hair??!' She blushed violently, but still didn't move.
Finally, Helena lifted herself up, just barely enough to look in Christie's eyes. She smiled, and got up. 'She was blushing?'
"Sorry..." The blond offered as the British woman got up too. "I tend to get a little... overexited... when I'm with--"
Helena was cut off by none other than Lei Fang. "Good morning!!"
Helena cleared her throat and quicky glanced at Christie with desperate eyes, before turning to Lei Fang with a smile. "Hi, honey."
Christie bowed and made her way to the door, leaving both of them alone.
*****
now, hate me. Cause I _know_ I'm probably not gonna update for a while.
Disclaimer: huf...
Author note: Hurray for mental kicks. I should set myself deadlines... really.
"Deadlines are good. Deadlines make you strong. Deadlines give you periodic kick in the ass and panic attacks. Deadlines help you feel superior when you meet it, or defiant when you slip. Deadlines inspire you to be creative in passing blame and coming up with excuses. Deadline is the tenth Muse." I know I read that on the shoujo-ai forum, but I can't remember who said it.... sorry. But whoever you are, you're the eleventh muse. ;)
After this, I'm going to bed. It's 4am and I got school tomorow... well today... well... ugh. Please don't kill me for late updates or bad english... I'm already dying from a lack of sleep anyway... haven't sleeped last night... it's been *looks at her watch* 41 hours since I last slept... shit. Anybody got some trick to cure insomnia?
Chapter 3.
It had been three days since she started working for Helena and Christie was now completely settled in her new room, witch was, of course, right next to the blond's, just in case she needed something.
The alibinos was starting to get used to her new routine and surpisingly wasn't annoyed anymore by Julianna's 24/7 hyper state. She was even begining to find it quite amusing. As she was preparing the breakfeast, the redhead bounced in siging about her love for birds and bunnies in an opera- like maner. She twirled around Christie once, then around the table and executed a grand finale, witch she royaly screwed up and ended up flat on the floor. Christie chuckled quietly and extended her hand to the small woman. The redhead grinned, for it was the first time Christie was kind enough to help her get up.
"You'll get it right next time." She smiled. Julianna took the offered hand, but as she stood up, Christie noticed the strenght in the small hand... too much strenght for a normal person.
"Why do I always miss that part?" She whined as she dusted herself.
"Who knows?" She shruggred lightly, returning to the making of the meal. 'She's strong.' Christie thought as she cooked. 'Something's wrong with her... And it took three fucking days for me to notice.. damnit!! I need to focus!! I've let my guard down even if this castle's overflowing with martial artists!!'
"What's the matter?" Julianna asked innocently.
"What do you mean?" She answered casualy, proceding in filling Helena's plate with almost anything you could think of eating in the morning.
"I know you're one to use the ancestrial art of facial control, but usually you're not _that_ expressionless. I can tell something's bothering you." She said knowingly, crossing her arms and leaning on the counter. "What did I do?"
'What?!?! She already got my supremly blank face figured out??!?!' Christie cringed. She sighed, considering what she was about to say. "Are you one of Helena's 'undercover' bodyguards?" She finally asked, suspiciouly.
"No.... why?" The little woman eyed her with equal suspicion, still not moving.
Christie adopted the same position, crossing her arms and leaning on the counter. "Because you're obviously a martial artist."
Julianna's face fell. "How do you know?" She backed away.
"The strenght in your hands." She pointed Julianna's left hand.
"That's it? You found out because of that?!" Her eyes were suddenly very wide. "Where did you learned to tell so easily??" She beamed.
Christie shrugged again. Julianna still didn't seemed like a threat, plus she really didn't wanted to blow up her cover so soon. "....... So, witch art do you practice?" She dodged the redhead's question.
"Pi Qua Quan." Julianna smiled. "Lady Helena's teaching me." Suddenly, she grinned from ear to ear as an idea crossed her mind. "You could practice with us!"
The albinos was taken aback by the sudden outburst. "What?!"
"Yea!" She squealed. "You know, training sessions! We do that often before the supper." She explained. "And since it seems like you have some interest in martial arts...."
Thinking about it, the idea of training with Helena was more and more appealing; when comes the time when she'll have to fight the blond, she'd have the advantage of knowing all of her oppenent's possibilities. And the thought of watching a sweaty Helena execute series of deadly moves helped her to make up her mind. "Uh... Yeah.... I... always wanted to be able to..... fight........ like the masters...." She lied, being already a master herself. She picked up the tray and was about to go upstairs when Julianna stoped her.
"You haven't answered me yet.... " Julianna said as she filled another plate for Lei-Fang.
She glanced at the redhead. "I .... have friends who thaught me basics."
The small woman was left alone. "Wait!!! I forgot to tell you!!!" But Christie didn't hear her. "BE CAREFUL WHEN YOU WAKE LADY HELENA!!!! " She yelled, hoping the other woman heard this last statement.
**********
Upstairs, Christie entered Helena's room to find that the blond was still asleep. She came next to the bed and set the tray down. Then she got to the curains and flew them open. "Lady Helena! It's time to wake up!!"
Helena didn't flinched.
Christie frowned. "Lady Helena!!" she almost yelled.
Not even the slightest move.
The albinos came up to the bed. "Lady Helena?" She asked. Still no answer. Christie paused a moment to gaze at the sleeping beauty 'So defenceless.... to think that I could snap her neck right now... ' She thought.
"Lady Helena?" She asked again as she was about to touch the woman's shoulder. But just before she could reach her, Helena grabed her hand and in one swift move, Christie flew all the way over the bed, to the other side of it. Fortunatly, she managed to land on her feets. "What the -- ??" She tensed, ready to fight.
Helena looked around, confused and obviously still half asleep. "Huh??" Then she saw Christie and her eyes widened. "Merde! Sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry!!" She said as she got up to meet the stuned woman. (AN: she just said Shit... I shouldn't make her swear... She's too sophisticated for that... oh fuck it.)
"What was that for?" Christie asked, surprise evident in her face and voice.
Helena rubbed the back of her neck. "Well.... since there were several attempts to assassinate me well.... I became a little defensive...." she grinned sheephishly. "You know... my instincts and reflexes kick in before I really wake up..."
Christie took a mental note not to try and kill the blond in her sleep.
"mmm... what smells so nice?" Helena said as she sniffed the air, changing completely and totaly the subject.
"Er..." The British woman pointed to the plates on the night table.
"Oooo!!!" Helena walked to her bed and sat down. "It's the first time you cooked my meal!" She said as she dug in. "And it's delicious!!" She added, happily muching on a home-made wapple.
"Thank you." Christie smiled as Helena ate. "There's something I'd like to ask you, if you may."
Helena looked up at the woman standing right in front of her. "Hum?"
The albinos closed her eyes and sighed. "Julianna told me you train together...."
"Hum." She nodded, still eagerly eating her breakfast.
"... Well, I was wondering if I could...."
Helena stopped eating.
"... train with you too?" Christie was now very interrested in the beautiful red carpet that lay on the floor. 'Why is this damn so hard to ask?' She cursed inwardly.
The blond claped her hands together as a huge smile spread across her features. "You'd really want to?"
"I wouldn't ask if I didn't want to." She answered, eyes still resting on the carpet.
Helena giggled. "You're so cute when you're blushing!"
Christie's head shot up. "I am not!"
Helena stood up. "Yes, you are!" She approached the white haired woman with a dangerously playful smile.
Christie steped back, now a little afraid of the other woman. "I am not!" Yet, she felt her cheeks redden.
Helena smiled like mad, still advancing. "Yes, yes, you are!"
Christie steped back once again, ready to run, if needed, but it was to late. The blond leaped and they fell to the floor, the albinos was caught in a fierce hug. "Sooooooooooooooooooooooo cute!!!"
"Argh!?" Christie struggled to get free, but it was no use, Helena wouldn't let her go. She calmed herself and took in the present situation. The most beautiful woman she had ever met lied on top of her, almost naked and hugging her like there was no tomorrow. By now, it seemed the blond had calmed down, Christie noticed. Then, something came to her... she heard Helena sniff. 'Is she smelling my hair??!' She blushed violently, but still didn't move.
Finally, Helena lifted herself up, just barely enough to look in Christie's eyes. She smiled, and got up. 'She was blushing?'
"Sorry..." The blond offered as the British woman got up too. "I tend to get a little... overexited... when I'm with--"
Helena was cut off by none other than Lei Fang. "Good morning!!"
Helena cleared her throat and quicky glanced at Christie with desperate eyes, before turning to Lei Fang with a smile. "Hi, honey."
Christie bowed and made her way to the door, leaving both of them alone.
*****
now, hate me. Cause I _know_ I'm probably not gonna update for a while.