Wu-hell... lookies like there's something wrong with the spacebar that I'm using and it's a-pissin' me offa... xD Anyway... it seems to be that we're on chapter two of Who's Trophy! Yay! Mwahaha now the plot SLOWLY comes into play... kudos to whoever can make a correct guess at what's gonna happen. :D
Now... ON WIT DAH FICCY!
Well, my morning had started out pretty weird. Not much I can do about that, I guess. I wanted to make things better between Palette and I, but, you know, it'd probably be safe to give her some time to cool off. Whatever I had done to upset her, I had sure done a good job with… and geez, I felt pretty bad about it!
But, I was on duty soon. X was probably filling out the last of his paperwork right now, since last time I checked, Signas had given him some more. Zero was probably attempting to do the same thing, but he was such a procrastinator, he let all of his paperwork pile up. He'll probably roar out in frustration in a few seconds.
"DAMMIT! FREAKIN' PAPERCUT!"
Yeap.
My paperwork was easy, and I hardly ever got any, so I didn't really know the 'legal document trauma', as Zero called it. Might as well go check up on him!
I skipped down the hallway with all of the dorms, not even paying attention to the fact I was still dressed in my sleep clothes and hadn't had a shower yet and I probably looked pretty ridiculous.
"WHERE THE HELL IS IT!"
Zero probably just needed something to take his mind off of his paperwork. I honestly don't know why he still does it. He puts it off for so long it's like it doesn't even matter anymore. He didn't just dig himself in a hole. He practically dug himself out the other end of the Earth…
"WHAT THE HELL IS THIS SUPPOSED TO MEAN?"
I got to his door and knocked lightly, smiling big, hoping he wouldn't be in too bad a mood to let me in.
"WHO WANTS SOME? WHO? WHO? DAMMIT I'M BUSY, WHAT KIND OF AN AS"
"Hey, Zero, it's just me!" I replied cheerily. "Just wanted to know if you wanted some help with that paperwork of yours, or maybe if you wanted to take a break or somethin!"
"… How'd you know I was doing paperwork?" Zero asked, opening up the door. Gosh, he was so much taller up close. I never noticed how much taller than me he is. He was wearing some comfy looking shorts and a black sweatshirt with a broken pencil in his hand. I smiled and stepped on his socked foot.
"Good morning!" I said. Zero chuckled and shook his head, turning away.
"C'mon in, kid," he said. "My room is kinda messy, so"
"Geezus, Zero… do you ever do wash?" I shouted. His room wasn't just messy, it was a complete disaster! He had random clothes lying in every corner, and yet there were still more piles all around his bed, and boxes full of who knows what.
"Of course. There's clean clothes. I just gotta sniff 'em first…" Zero answered. I sort of cringed, still taking in the mess of his room. "Oh, come on! You can't tell me you've never done the sniff test… everyone does it at least SOMETIME…!"
Heh, well… I admit, I have done it a few times… but my room was spotless. I'd die if I ever let my room get in the condition of his! At least it was cozy, I guess.
"Umm… well… that's not the point. Do you want some help?" I asked. Zero shrugged, running a hand through some of his extensively long, thick hair. He had so much of it…
"Nah… not really. Why don't you sit down? Why're you up so early, anyway?" he asked me. I looked around for a place to sit, not really seeing one except for his bed. I'm sure he didn't mean for me to sit anywhere else, so I plopped down on his soft white sheets.
"Eh… Palette woke me up. I had this big issue with Signas and the navigators…" I answered. Zero tossed me a soda, and sat back down at his desk, which was just as messy as the rest of his room. I could've sworn I saw a streak of anger in his cerulean eyes.
"Hn… what was that about?" he asked smugly, filling out some blank spaces on a document. I didn't really want to answer… it didn't sound like he was gonna be in too great of a mood.
"Err… you sound kinda mad…" I said, opening my soda can. Zero stubbornly snorted and looked for a pen to do his paperwork, as the broken pencil bit wasn't really working.
"Palette's got something to do with this issue, doesn't she?" he asked. I looked to the side.
"Um… yeah… she's the one who started, it actually… or, according to Signas and everyone else… but I didn't really understand what the big deal was…" I told him. A desk drawer slammed as Zero found a pen. Yup, he wasn't happy.
"Figures. She's such a snooty drama queen… I don't now why we have to deal with her, and I don't see why she's always got to make such a big deal over the things you do," he said.
"I made her upset, though, Zero! She was about to cry!" I replied, trying to make him understand that Palette wasn't as bad as he thought she was.
"Oh, really? And what did you do to make her so sad?" he asked me, leaning on his desk while he looked me in the eye.
"I… well, that's what I didn't understand…" I answered meekly. "It had something to do with the spotters I picked for my missions… I think she's upset that maybe I stopped having her help me with them…"
"So quit messin' with her! If she's gonna make you feel bad over something like that"
"Zero, it's okay, really. I'm fine, I just"
Zero slammed his fist on the desk and I flinched, jumping back on the bed a little. He turned away and started scribbling on his desk.
"… Sorry, kid," he muttered. "I'm just frustrated. You okay?"
PFFT, he's sure moody this morning…
"Heh, are YOU okay? You're the one who's slamming the fists on the tables, after all…" I said, grinning. Zero looked at me and smiled, too.
"I'm fine. Thanks… I'm sorry 'bout"
"Zero. It's fine," I said again. He nodded and started to fill some more blanks on another document. He was a lot more content now that I had been in the room, and once or twice I thought I saw him blush through the silence. I wonder what inside joke he must've been playing over in his head…
"So… um… why exactly do you have so much against Palette?" I asked suddenly.
That quickly became the question you never, ever ask Zero. Ever.
"WHY do I dislike Palette! WHY? THINK about it, Axl. JUUUUST think. It might not be an easy concept for you to grasp just yet, but Palette and I have a huge reason to fight with each other. Palette's just an annoying little snot-faced whiny girl, and all she does is pick on you, Axl," he said sharply. "And I'm not going to stand for that. I hate it when she does what she does to you, Axl, because you don't seem to realize that she just berates you in front of everyone! If… if I had a say in the matter…"
His voice trailed off, and he turned away from me and leaned his head on the palm of his hand while slumping over on his desktop.
"If it were up to me…"
"HEY YOU GUYS! THREE MINUTES LATE! GET READY!"
There was X's voice coming down the halls. I had completely forgotten that I was on duty soon! Had time really passed that fast! That's crazy… guess I sure did a crappy estimation. Zero stood up and lightly shoved me out of his room.
"Better go get ready, kid. And… just… be careful around her, okay? She may be upset, I realize that, but… don't let her get on your case, alright?" he said to me. I nodded, and walked down to my room.
Geez… I was really losing what little scraps of concepts I had been able to grab onto before. This Palette and Zero conflict is… probably going to drag me into a HUGE issue soon… great.
Mwaha! Like I said... if you can guess what's gonna happen, j00 get a cookie! w00t w00t! Wait, no, you're gonna get a kudo... or... whatever. lol. RxR, please:D