XD Here we go! Chapter ten, yay!! *dances*
Misplaced in Space - Chapter Ten; Onnas and Stars
She was floating in space. At least, that was the feeling presented to Nicole. She felt as though she were ethereally floating through the sky. All around the stars shone brightly, though somewhat smeared against the sky.
"Where am I...?" she wondered aloud.
As she floated, gazing in awe upon all the planets and stars she passed by, she noticed something ahead of her. A large shape that looked like a sculpture of a ballerina gone mad. After puzzling over it for a moment, she noticed the word, 'ORION' painted in a bright yellow across the side. Her eyes widened with shock. "Oh my god! It's the ship!"
Then, out of the corner of her eye, she saw something else. The form of the red and black gundam had appeared, with its gundam cronies in tow…and they attacked. In mere seconds the ship was destroyed.
She wanted to scream. She wanted to say something. But as he opened her mouth no words would come. Only hot tears flowed from her cheeks. All she could do was cry and cry, cry there in...where was she?
Suddenly, space was gone. All she saw was blackness, and she became aware of her surroundings. Beneath her she felt something warm and soft, and something was gently stroking the top of her right hand.
All around she could hear voices murmuring, accompanied by a few ginger sobs.
"Is she dead?" one said.
"DON'T SAY THAT!" came a chorus of more voices, most of which she recognized, followed by a smacking sound and an explicative in Chinese.
"Nicole..." she heard Quatre's voice whisper. She could feel his breath on her ear and shivered.
She opened her eyes, a hazy picture coming into view. She could dully make out her friends and the G-boys standing around her. On the shape resembling Wufei she saw a new fuzzy black-blue circle on one side of his face.
The small girl moved to sit up but was halted by a sharp sting of pain that shot up her back and shoulders. In response she fell back to the warm soft whatever beneath her with a groan, holding a hand to her forehead. "Pain..."
Meanwhile the spectators had begun to jump for joy, quite relieved that their impish friend lived.
Before terribly long the doctors had returned to the tiny room in which Nicole had been placed, and her slew of visitors was ordered away, though they would allow one to stay. Quatre swiftly volunteered to fill the slot, though he was only a millisecond or so ahead of Ashley.
Once outside, the renegade pilot trainees had gone to the mass hall, where they sat in silence around a small table. Upon that table Ashley had commenced bashing her head in repeatedly.
"A-chan!" Kryss yelped, catching the self-abusing girl by the hair, "What in blazes are you doing?!"
"Waaaai..." the tall one groaned, trying in vain to continue her head-bashing ritual. "It's all my fault!"
"What's all your fault?" Nick asked with a blink as he crossed his arms and leaned forward on the table.
"Nicole's getting hurt..." she murmured, folding her arms upon the table and slumping down, burying her face in the little nook her arms had created.
"It was not!" the three exclaimed in unison, all gazing at her as if she had purple worms crawling out her nostrils.
"Yes, it was..." she grumbled stubbornly, "It was all my idea to go out joyriding, I was the one that made us get in those gundams, it was all my fault!!"
"Ashley," her blonde friend addressed her delicately, placing a hand upon her shoulder. "You had no way of knowing what was going to happen. You didn't hurt her. Besides, she wanted to go. If she didn't, she wouldn't have come."
"But it was my idea! It was because of me that she was out there!" she persisted, her voice muffled by her arms. "I'm terrible! I'm so reckless! So stupid! Such a stupid, stupid...onna! Yeah, that's exactly what I am! A stupid, reckless ONNA!" Her voice made a crescendo up to that final fortissimo cry, and with that she was up on her feet and whirled about with the intention of shutting herself up in the room...and found herself staring into the face of Wufei.
She blinked her emerald eyes at the Chinese boy in a slow, temporary succession before casting them down, muttering icily, "You here to tell me where a woman's place is again?"
He narrowed his eyes, though he responded quietly. "I'm beginning to think I don't know much about a woman's place."
The tall girl shook her head and eyed him a moment before brushing past him and departing to the girls' room.
The pilot stared after her a moment before sighing and taking her seat, turning the chair around and straddling it, resting his arms over the back. After a couple moments of silent stares from the other teenagers he glared and barked out, "What?"
"For someone who was married and all, you don't know jack shit about women," Kryss said boldly, knowing she was venturing into a dangerous topic of conversation.
The boy gaped at her a moment, looking like she had backhanded him. He then shook off the shocked expression and sent her a hard glare. "These are two entirely different situations."
"Not really," the blonde replied, tossing her hair over a fish-net clad shoulder. "You had to have gotten into spats with your wife now and again. How in the hell did you ever settle things with her? I mean, didn't you ever understand her actions? Read her feelings?"
He shifted uncomfortably in the hard plastic chair, turning his onyx eyes to the linoleum tile. "It's none of your business," he said gruffly.
The impish girl opened her mouth to press him further, but before a syllable escaped her lips Nick had slapped a hand over them. "So, do you think Nicole'll be all right?" he asked casually, offering a change of subject before the two turned one another to human punching bags.
"She'd better be!" Duo's voice sounded from the mass hall doors before Wufei could respond. Nick hissed a curse as the imp's teeth sunk into his hand and the braided boy walked over, pulling up a chair. He leaned back, slamming his booted feet upon the table. "Annoying and psycho as she is, she's like family now," he said firmly, crossing his arms over his chest.
Kryss smiled and reached across the table to pat one of Duo's feet, saying gently (since she had pried away Nick's now-bitten hand), "She'll be fine, Duo."
"Yeah, you're right..." he replied, a small, lop-sided smile on his face. Then his smile widened into a goofy grin. "Besides, she has Quatre to take care of her."
"Yeah, 'take care' of her,'" Anna snickered.
***
She had been laying there for hours, and she still couldn't get the thought off her mind. The other girls had returned hours ago and long since gone to bed, and she was still awake. Just staring out into space, the same thought playing back over and over within her skull.
"I could've gotten her killed," she muttered it aloud, further imprinting the idea on her brain.
Ashley felt like the worst person ever born. She kept thinking to herself about how selfish and terrible she was, never worrying about others. She felt the best word for her was simply, 'onna.'
But she could not just lay there awake. She decided she had to get up and walk around...do something. So she stood, swinging her legs over the side of the bed and hurried out the door.
After a few minutes of walking she spotted Nick's door and decided to go in and wake him up. She shoved open his unlocked door and look this way and that, eyeing the junk he had piled up in his room. "Weirdo..." she muttered, going past his expansive collection of junk, anime, and books.
Once she'd come to his bed she leaned over him, eyeing his sleeping face. A pleased smile was plastered on his face, his eyes moving to and fro behind his eyelids.
Having a happy dream I see, she thought. She eyed him a moment more before he opened his mouth, speaking in a breathy voice. "Mei..." he sighed out, then rolled over, burying his face in his pillow.
Ashley blinked a few times before her face broke into a lazy grin. "Nick's got a crush..." she giggled, seating herself at the edge of his bed. She then began poking him in the side over and over. "Niiiiick, wake up! You can dream about sex with that Mei-Ling girl later!"
"Whha?" he yawned, sitting up groggily. "Ash? What're you doing in here?" he blinked, patting his bedside table in search of his glasses.
"I just needed someone to talk to, and who cares if you get any sleep?" she replied with an evil smile. "So, tell me...How come you're whispering Mei's name in your sleep, huh?" She grinned, leaning forward curiously. "You know you HAVE to tell me what you were dreaming about..."
"Gah!" he grumbled, batting at her with a stuffed cat. "Go pester your oriental love monkey or something!" he said, sticking out his tongue.
She stared for a moment before tackling him. "YOU DIE FOR THAT!"
"ARGH!" he yelped, flailing. "Damn you!"
"YOU PESTER YOUR ORIENTAL LOVE MONKEY, ARRGH!" she growled, beating him with a pillow.
***
Quatre sat in the chair by Nicole's bed, his arms crossed, legs crossed, and a blanket over his shoulders. The doctor had come by and taken off his casts and he was feeling much better physically, though his heart was tied in knots with worry for the small girl. She was supposed to be his responsibility, and he did not feel right knowing she had gone out and gotten hurt like that and he had not been there for her. He sighed, running a hand through his blonde hair. What was he getting all worked up about anyway?
Just then Nicole's eyes fluttered open again. She blinked, looking around the small medical room. "Where'd everybody go? What happened? Quatre?"
His eyes lit up at her awakening and he smiled, taking her right hand and squeezing it. "How do you feel?" he asked, ignoring her questions for the moment.
"Alright, I guess...I'm sore, and my head hurts, and so does my wrist..." she lifted her left arm and blinked at the cast on her wrist and hand. "Did I break my wrist?"
The Arabian nodded. "You also suffered a concussion and a bunch of bruises and scratches." He patted the top of her hand. "The others had to go. You got pretty beat up by that red and black gundam..."
She blinked. "Oh...Oh, yeah, I remember!" she growled, clenching her good hand into a fist. "Bastard shut down half the Zero's system functionality. I was able to hardwire the system so the power flow gave the right thrusters some functionality, then there was an explosion and I blacked out."
He nodded. "I see...Remarkable..."
"What is?"
"Oh...Not many people are able to work with gundams so naturally...You have a gift," he smiled, kissing the top of her hand. "And I think we are even. You save my life, I save yours...Thank you," he whispered, turning a tomato red.
Her cheeks dressed to match his. "I...thank you...and no problem?" she stuttered, then coughed. "So, ah, when can I blow this Popsicle stand?" she asked, abruptly changing the subject.
He blinked his blue-green eyes. "Er...I don't know. I guess whenever you like. The doctor's didn't specify whether or not you needed to stay..."
"Great!" she chirped, hoping off the medical bed. "Let's go!"
"Go where?" he asked, noticing he still had a hold on her hand. He blushed and dropped it, shoving his hands in the pockets of his slacks.
She blushed a bit, then smiled. "I don't know. Where ever! Is there an observation deck or something around here? I want to look at the stars."
He smiled shyly, ruffling his hair. "Sure, I'll take you up there. Let's look at the stars together..."
***
Awww, isn't that CUTE?! *squeals* Me and Quatre are SO kawaii! *-* And what will come of Ashy and her oriental love monkey?!
Ashley: HE'S NOT MY LOVE MONKEY!
Wufei: But...you said last night...
Ashley: SSH!! *fwap*
*cackles* Muahaha...XD TUNE IN NEXT TIME ON MIS! O_o; *dies*
Misplaced in Space - Chapter Ten; Onnas and Stars
She was floating in space. At least, that was the feeling presented to Nicole. She felt as though she were ethereally floating through the sky. All around the stars shone brightly, though somewhat smeared against the sky.
"Where am I...?" she wondered aloud.
As she floated, gazing in awe upon all the planets and stars she passed by, she noticed something ahead of her. A large shape that looked like a sculpture of a ballerina gone mad. After puzzling over it for a moment, she noticed the word, 'ORION' painted in a bright yellow across the side. Her eyes widened with shock. "Oh my god! It's the ship!"
Then, out of the corner of her eye, she saw something else. The form of the red and black gundam had appeared, with its gundam cronies in tow…and they attacked. In mere seconds the ship was destroyed.
She wanted to scream. She wanted to say something. But as he opened her mouth no words would come. Only hot tears flowed from her cheeks. All she could do was cry and cry, cry there in...where was she?
Suddenly, space was gone. All she saw was blackness, and she became aware of her surroundings. Beneath her she felt something warm and soft, and something was gently stroking the top of her right hand.
All around she could hear voices murmuring, accompanied by a few ginger sobs.
"Is she dead?" one said.
"DON'T SAY THAT!" came a chorus of more voices, most of which she recognized, followed by a smacking sound and an explicative in Chinese.
"Nicole..." she heard Quatre's voice whisper. She could feel his breath on her ear and shivered.
She opened her eyes, a hazy picture coming into view. She could dully make out her friends and the G-boys standing around her. On the shape resembling Wufei she saw a new fuzzy black-blue circle on one side of his face.
The small girl moved to sit up but was halted by a sharp sting of pain that shot up her back and shoulders. In response she fell back to the warm soft whatever beneath her with a groan, holding a hand to her forehead. "Pain..."
Meanwhile the spectators had begun to jump for joy, quite relieved that their impish friend lived.
Before terribly long the doctors had returned to the tiny room in which Nicole had been placed, and her slew of visitors was ordered away, though they would allow one to stay. Quatre swiftly volunteered to fill the slot, though he was only a millisecond or so ahead of Ashley.
Once outside, the renegade pilot trainees had gone to the mass hall, where they sat in silence around a small table. Upon that table Ashley had commenced bashing her head in repeatedly.
"A-chan!" Kryss yelped, catching the self-abusing girl by the hair, "What in blazes are you doing?!"
"Waaaai..." the tall one groaned, trying in vain to continue her head-bashing ritual. "It's all my fault!"
"What's all your fault?" Nick asked with a blink as he crossed his arms and leaned forward on the table.
"Nicole's getting hurt..." she murmured, folding her arms upon the table and slumping down, burying her face in the little nook her arms had created.
"It was not!" the three exclaimed in unison, all gazing at her as if she had purple worms crawling out her nostrils.
"Yes, it was..." she grumbled stubbornly, "It was all my idea to go out joyriding, I was the one that made us get in those gundams, it was all my fault!!"
"Ashley," her blonde friend addressed her delicately, placing a hand upon her shoulder. "You had no way of knowing what was going to happen. You didn't hurt her. Besides, she wanted to go. If she didn't, she wouldn't have come."
"But it was my idea! It was because of me that she was out there!" she persisted, her voice muffled by her arms. "I'm terrible! I'm so reckless! So stupid! Such a stupid, stupid...onna! Yeah, that's exactly what I am! A stupid, reckless ONNA!" Her voice made a crescendo up to that final fortissimo cry, and with that she was up on her feet and whirled about with the intention of shutting herself up in the room...and found herself staring into the face of Wufei.
She blinked her emerald eyes at the Chinese boy in a slow, temporary succession before casting them down, muttering icily, "You here to tell me where a woman's place is again?"
He narrowed his eyes, though he responded quietly. "I'm beginning to think I don't know much about a woman's place."
The tall girl shook her head and eyed him a moment before brushing past him and departing to the girls' room.
The pilot stared after her a moment before sighing and taking her seat, turning the chair around and straddling it, resting his arms over the back. After a couple moments of silent stares from the other teenagers he glared and barked out, "What?"
"For someone who was married and all, you don't know jack shit about women," Kryss said boldly, knowing she was venturing into a dangerous topic of conversation.
The boy gaped at her a moment, looking like she had backhanded him. He then shook off the shocked expression and sent her a hard glare. "These are two entirely different situations."
"Not really," the blonde replied, tossing her hair over a fish-net clad shoulder. "You had to have gotten into spats with your wife now and again. How in the hell did you ever settle things with her? I mean, didn't you ever understand her actions? Read her feelings?"
He shifted uncomfortably in the hard plastic chair, turning his onyx eyes to the linoleum tile. "It's none of your business," he said gruffly.
The impish girl opened her mouth to press him further, but before a syllable escaped her lips Nick had slapped a hand over them. "So, do you think Nicole'll be all right?" he asked casually, offering a change of subject before the two turned one another to human punching bags.
"She'd better be!" Duo's voice sounded from the mass hall doors before Wufei could respond. Nick hissed a curse as the imp's teeth sunk into his hand and the braided boy walked over, pulling up a chair. He leaned back, slamming his booted feet upon the table. "Annoying and psycho as she is, she's like family now," he said firmly, crossing his arms over his chest.
Kryss smiled and reached across the table to pat one of Duo's feet, saying gently (since she had pried away Nick's now-bitten hand), "She'll be fine, Duo."
"Yeah, you're right..." he replied, a small, lop-sided smile on his face. Then his smile widened into a goofy grin. "Besides, she has Quatre to take care of her."
"Yeah, 'take care' of her,'" Anna snickered.
***
She had been laying there for hours, and she still couldn't get the thought off her mind. The other girls had returned hours ago and long since gone to bed, and she was still awake. Just staring out into space, the same thought playing back over and over within her skull.
"I could've gotten her killed," she muttered it aloud, further imprinting the idea on her brain.
Ashley felt like the worst person ever born. She kept thinking to herself about how selfish and terrible she was, never worrying about others. She felt the best word for her was simply, 'onna.'
But she could not just lay there awake. She decided she had to get up and walk around...do something. So she stood, swinging her legs over the side of the bed and hurried out the door.
After a few minutes of walking she spotted Nick's door and decided to go in and wake him up. She shoved open his unlocked door and look this way and that, eyeing the junk he had piled up in his room. "Weirdo..." she muttered, going past his expansive collection of junk, anime, and books.
Once she'd come to his bed she leaned over him, eyeing his sleeping face. A pleased smile was plastered on his face, his eyes moving to and fro behind his eyelids.
Having a happy dream I see, she thought. She eyed him a moment more before he opened his mouth, speaking in a breathy voice. "Mei..." he sighed out, then rolled over, burying his face in his pillow.
Ashley blinked a few times before her face broke into a lazy grin. "Nick's got a crush..." she giggled, seating herself at the edge of his bed. She then began poking him in the side over and over. "Niiiiick, wake up! You can dream about sex with that Mei-Ling girl later!"
"Whha?" he yawned, sitting up groggily. "Ash? What're you doing in here?" he blinked, patting his bedside table in search of his glasses.
"I just needed someone to talk to, and who cares if you get any sleep?" she replied with an evil smile. "So, tell me...How come you're whispering Mei's name in your sleep, huh?" She grinned, leaning forward curiously. "You know you HAVE to tell me what you were dreaming about..."
"Gah!" he grumbled, batting at her with a stuffed cat. "Go pester your oriental love monkey or something!" he said, sticking out his tongue.
She stared for a moment before tackling him. "YOU DIE FOR THAT!"
"ARGH!" he yelped, flailing. "Damn you!"
"YOU PESTER YOUR ORIENTAL LOVE MONKEY, ARRGH!" she growled, beating him with a pillow.
***
Quatre sat in the chair by Nicole's bed, his arms crossed, legs crossed, and a blanket over his shoulders. The doctor had come by and taken off his casts and he was feeling much better physically, though his heart was tied in knots with worry for the small girl. She was supposed to be his responsibility, and he did not feel right knowing she had gone out and gotten hurt like that and he had not been there for her. He sighed, running a hand through his blonde hair. What was he getting all worked up about anyway?
Just then Nicole's eyes fluttered open again. She blinked, looking around the small medical room. "Where'd everybody go? What happened? Quatre?"
His eyes lit up at her awakening and he smiled, taking her right hand and squeezing it. "How do you feel?" he asked, ignoring her questions for the moment.
"Alright, I guess...I'm sore, and my head hurts, and so does my wrist..." she lifted her left arm and blinked at the cast on her wrist and hand. "Did I break my wrist?"
The Arabian nodded. "You also suffered a concussion and a bunch of bruises and scratches." He patted the top of her hand. "The others had to go. You got pretty beat up by that red and black gundam..."
She blinked. "Oh...Oh, yeah, I remember!" she growled, clenching her good hand into a fist. "Bastard shut down half the Zero's system functionality. I was able to hardwire the system so the power flow gave the right thrusters some functionality, then there was an explosion and I blacked out."
He nodded. "I see...Remarkable..."
"What is?"
"Oh...Not many people are able to work with gundams so naturally...You have a gift," he smiled, kissing the top of her hand. "And I think we are even. You save my life, I save yours...Thank you," he whispered, turning a tomato red.
Her cheeks dressed to match his. "I...thank you...and no problem?" she stuttered, then coughed. "So, ah, when can I blow this Popsicle stand?" she asked, abruptly changing the subject.
He blinked his blue-green eyes. "Er...I don't know. I guess whenever you like. The doctor's didn't specify whether or not you needed to stay..."
"Great!" she chirped, hoping off the medical bed. "Let's go!"
"Go where?" he asked, noticing he still had a hold on her hand. He blushed and dropped it, shoving his hands in the pockets of his slacks.
She blushed a bit, then smiled. "I don't know. Where ever! Is there an observation deck or something around here? I want to look at the stars."
He smiled shyly, ruffling his hair. "Sure, I'll take you up there. Let's look at the stars together..."
***
Awww, isn't that CUTE?! *squeals* Me and Quatre are SO kawaii! *-* And what will come of Ashy and her oriental love monkey?!
Ashley: HE'S NOT MY LOVE MONKEY!
Wufei: But...you said last night...
Ashley: SSH!! *fwap*
*cackles* Muahaha...XD TUNE IN NEXT TIME ON MIS! O_o; *dies*