Aw! I only had two reviews... Was the previous chapter that bad? Well, despite that, I'll still continue with the story unless the next chapter does not get above five reviews. Hah.
Chapter Six
12.30 p.m.
Athrun's surprise birthday party ended with everyone, including all the servants of the Zala household, toasting to Athrun to wish him a bright and smooth future ahead.
Everyone held up their champagne-filled glasses.
"CHEERS!" everybody shouted. The clinking sounds of glasses filled the air followed by a minute of sipping sounds as everyone gulped down the tasty content in their glasses.
As for the birthday-boy, he was forced to drink an additional six glasses full of the white wine.
After his third serving, his face was already as red as a blood-red rose in full bloom. Despite that, everyone continued to cheer him on.
Glass by glass, Athrun finally made it to his six glass, the finishing line. As soon as he swallowed the last bit of the alcohol, he banged the glass hard on the wooden coffee table, grasping for air. The crowd around him broke into cheers, laughters and claps.
Athrun grinned from ear to ear, happy that he had accomplished his 'mission'. However, he could not take the overwhelming power of the alcohol, and finally fell into a dreamless sleep.
Many scenes was captured by the camerman, including the toasting ceremony, Athrun's face on his third glass and Athrun asleep.
Unfortunately for Athrun, he did not know that these photos were to be revealed to the public.
"Dong... Dong...Dong...Dong...Dong...Dong...Dong..Dong...Dong...Dong...Dong...Dong..." the clock struck twelve.
The awaken blond made soft irritated grumbles as she squinted at the wall-clock. She flipped around, the wound on her knee rubbed against the leather of the couch.
"OUCH!" Cagalli winced in pain.
She would not be able to continue sleeping since she became very awaken due to the cut's stinging pain.
She got up, deciding to take a warm bath then attend to her minor cut, and limped to the bathroom.
She flicked on the light switch.
The bathroom was immediately illuminated by the white ceiling light, bright rays reflecting off the emerald tiled walls. At the left, therewas a dark green granite counter with a metal sink installed in it. A big and long mirror was also placed on the wall above the sink.
Cagalli's eyes softened at the sight of the colour of the tiled walls. It was emerald. Her favourite colour. A sudden memory popped into her mind.
Emerald.
She suddenly remembered a person whom she met or passby had those coloured eyes. However, she could not seem to remember the person's name. Maybe she did not know the person's name at all. Cagalli could only envy the person for his or her beautiful feature.
She walked towards the bathroom mirror and looked at her reflection.
There, she saw a blond head, whose hair was in a mess of tangles, honey-golden eyes, high-cheek bones with a light complexion with an overall grumpy expression of a girl who had just woke from sleep.
She leaned forward to the mirror, inspecting every feature on her face more closely, realising that her skin was smooth without blemishes. She looked at the reflection of her eyes and blinked. Does she really look like a male? She lifted a questioning brow.
Tired of looking at herself, she finally went to bathe.
Cagalli was in the bath for lmost an hour as she kept sheltering her wound from coming in contact with the water. She knew it would be pain if she exposed it to water. She hated pain, alot.
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"All fresh and clean" she thought to herself, feeling slightly silly at her childish remark.
She had finally stepped out bathroom, changed into a clean pair of clothes. She dumped her soiled clothes into the laundry basket and went to get the antiseptic cream for her wound.
Atthe touch of the cold medication against the cut, Cagalli let out a small shrill. She paused, and for a moment stared at the cut. Her thoughts shifted to how she got the injury.
Her mind flashed memories dating back to losing her job, to the fall, to the white limousine and to the quarter.
The quarter! Cagalli suddenly remembered. Someone had given her a coin, but she did not use it. Cagalli tossed the tube of medication aside and dashed to the laundry basket.
She searched for her trousers and felt for it's pocket.
As her fingers touched a small cold metallic object, Cagalli hurriedly brought it out. Indeed it was a quarter!
She kept it in her green wallet, suddenly angry at the sight it.
It was that stupid customer of hers who gave it to her! The memory tugged at her painfully; she was already so tired.
Putting her wallet aside, she went back to apply the medication.
Finishing withplacing a plaster over the cut, she patted her cleaned wound gently, hoping it would recover quickly. She stood up, her stomach growled.
"Eating time!" Cagalli thought hungrily. She walked to the refrigerator.
A cold blast of air greeted her face as she opened it's white doors. Her eyes scanned at the contents of the fridge from top to bottom.
Milk, jam, eggs, peanut butter, tomato and chilli sauce, cabbage, spinach, fruits... NO INSTANT MEALS? Cagalli collasped onto the floor.
She had no choice but to have instant noodles again. She cooked a maggi branded instant noodle, chicken abalone flavoured.
Done with the cooking, she settled her bowl of noodles on the coffee table before the television.so that she could watch t.v and eat at the same time. She sat on the couch and grabbed the remote control. She switched on the television.
"So stay tuned to the next episode of Charmed!" sneak previews of the next episode of 'Charmed' was played on the screen. Cagalli had started eating her meal, wondering what would becoming up next in the television programme.
"Good afternoon and welcome to the Tokyo Noon News (TNN). I'm Stellar, and I'm Shin" Cagalli watched intently. She had always enjoyedwatching the news, especially now that she could watch it in the afternoon.
The screen then focused on the female news reporter.
"Today is a very special occasion for the Chairman of Z and A Co. as his son, Athrun Zala, turns twenty-four. Let's take a look at how his birthday had turned out." reported the news lady.
The screen then flashed images and videos of the coordinator's face coated with cake icings, him having a toast with his crowd, him drinking glasses of champagne, his face a beet red and his sleeping form.
Cagalli's chopstick, gripping a few strands of noodles, was moving towards Cagalli's open mouth until she halted, staring at the television screen wide-eyed.
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Author's Notes: Yay! I've finally been able to update my story. All right then, please review! I must have at least a minimum five reviews to continue... nyaha! So PLEASE!