Track 13: Jigsaw Feeling

They call me the Wild Rose

But my name was Elisa Day

Heero's eyes slowly cracked open as his ears were filled with the sounds of a feathery, feminine tone. The sun's rays broke through the blinds of his windows and touched his face with a warm caress. The blur in his vision began to form into something more coherent, allowing him to see the rest of his room where he was currently lying on his bed. He had his hands buried underneath his pillow while his exposed stomach remained plastered to the sheets underneath him.

Why they call me it I do not know

For my name was Elisa Day

Her voice lightly floated the chorus to a song that both of them knew very well. It was one of her favorites, and Heero recalled the many times he would sing the entire track with her. For a couple comprised of two musicians, they surprisingly didn't do that much.

But, for whatever reason, they did with this song.

Heero gave a slight shift of his head; the side of his face still digging into the comfort of his pillow. His eyes followed the woman as she paced around his room, gathering some clothing that littered the floor. Her attire consisted of one of his shirts that hung loosely off of her, barely covering her exposed rear end.

They call me The Wild Rose

But my name was Elisa Day

Why they call me it I do not know

For my name was Elisa Day

Heero released a small grunt and decided to push himself off the bed. He carefully adjusted to sit at the edge of the mattress; his bare feet landing on the floor below. With a slumped over posture, he ran both hands through an even messier head of chocolate colored strands. Eyes scanning lower, he was reminded that he wore even less than the woman occupying the room with him. As a matter of fact, he wore nothing at all.

"Hn."

He suddenly felt something land on his head. He reached up to pull down a couple articles of clothing. It was a muscle shirt and a pair of boxer briefs.

"Looking for those?" Sylvia ceased her singing, smiling at the naked Heero Yuy.

He rubbed his eyes. "What time is it?" he asked, still feeling a bit groggy.

Sylvia stepped towards the other side of the bed to grab at her phone. "Mm, about 10:30."

"We didn't get much sleep." Heero noted, clearing his throat.

"Not my fault." Sylvia roamed around the room, typing away at her phone. "You're the one who wanted to bang me for like an hour and half after we got back from Duo's party."

"I don't remember much resistance." Heero remarked as he slipped back into the two pieces of fabric that were tossed at him.

Sylvia watched as Heero rose from his spot on the bed. "Well, it's hard to resist when your man looks like this." she stated, trotting over to give Heero a playful smack on his behind.

Heero lowered his head to give his girlfriend a kiss. "What's your day looking like?" he asked.

Sylvia looked back at her phone as she wrapped an arm around Heero's waist. "Gonna meet up with Dorothy for lunch later, and probably continue working on the album."

"How's she feeling?" Heero recalled the platinum blonde throwing down several glasses of wine at Duo's place.

"She texted me 'Is chamomile good for a hangover?'" Sylvia craned her head upward towards Heero. "So yeah, that should tell you how she's feeling."

"I see."

Sylvia released her hold on him before heading over to snatch up her panties and leggings. Heero followed behind her and ripped them from her hands, tossing them over his shoulder and onto the bed. "You stay like that."

"Oh?" a curious eyebrow lifted on the blonde. "Round two?"

"Maybe." Heero headed for the door. He gave her one more look before exiting; narrowing his eyes at the half naked Jezebel. "I'll need you ready, just in case."

"Yes, sir." Sylvia humorously saluted, but also very much into the idea of a 'round two'. Heero didn't just look like a gorgeously majestic, wild animal… he also fucked like one, too.

Heero's feet took him to his living room area. He walked over to the stacks of shelves he set up which were filled with his current record collection. They were set up in alphabetical order and Heero looked through the rows of vinyl, wondering which album he would choose to start off his day.

There were a few that got his consideration, but he second guessed himself and continued to progress through his records. He started to slow down when he got to the 'S' portion of his collection. He found a particular artist he was very fond of and went through what he had of her's lined up on his shelf.

He pulled out Hyæna and thought about throwing that on, but decided against it. He then went for the album Tinderbox, an album of her's that he loved, but again he placed the record back and searched once more. His finger landed on the spine of their debut album, The Scream, but a smile crept onto his face. Who was he kidding, Heero thought.

His fingers glided over and landed on old faithful: Juju.

Pulling out the well-conditioned, plastic wrapped LP, he carefully slid out the round piece of vinyl from its sleeve and took it over to his record player he had hooked up to his stereo. He turned it on and his copy of Juju began to spin. Dropping the needle on the first groove, the speakers started to emit those wonderful sounds of that sweet guitar from the very first track off the album.

'Spellbound'

He mimicked the guitar picking motion as the song marched onward. Heero hoped that one day he would become a third as talented as this guy was with their shared instrument. It was listening to songs and records like this that made him consider pushing his band away from the hardcore punk he thought he wanted to emulate. If that was going to happen, he was going to have to get a little better at playing his guitar, Heero deduced.

You hear a laughter

Cracking through the walls

It sends you spinning

You have no choice

"Ugh," Sylvia grumbled as she headed for Heero's kitchen, intending to get a pot of coffee going. "You play that song all the time…"

Heero inwardly groaned. Okay, he knew that not everyone had to like everything, but did she always have to complain whenever he played these records, especially this one? It never failed. She knew how much this song meant to him, so why did she persist?

"Don't you ever get sick of this record?"

Sylvia wasn't much of a fan of this band. She made that clear to him from the beginning.

"No." Heero flatly stated.

"Oh c'mon…" Sylvia continued to whine. "Can't you play my favorite instead? I know my copy of Heaven or Las Vegas is here."

"Maybe next time."

Sylvia sighed. "Can you at least play it after 'Halloween' is over?"

"I'll consider it." Heero didn't really want to. Whenever he dropped the needle on Juju, he intended on hearing it all the way through. But, if it kept her from complaining… "I'm surprised you bothered to know the titles of the songs."

"Well you play it all the time, so…" Sylvia leaned back on the kitchen counter. "We're still going to see your father tomorrow?"

"That's the plan." Heero shifted back towards his records, searching for Sylvia's copy of Heaven or Las Vegas.

"He hates me."

"He does." Heero replied. "Don't feel bad though," he found her favorite album. "He hates me, too." He brought it up and placed it on the side of his record player.

"Hopefully it's a quick visit." Sylvia moved to grab a mug. "Do we have to go?"

"No, we don't." Heero dropped himself on his couch.

"Then why are we going?"

Heero shrugged to himself. "I guess to remind him I'm still alive."

"You could always just text him." Sylvia sipped her coffee.

"I could always just text him." Heero lazily repeated.

"Then I wouldn't have to worry about keeping you two from swinging on each other." Visiting Heero's father was always a dicey proposition. They didn't go to Odin's place much, but it was never a comfortable situation whenever they did.

"We'll be fine. I haven't swung on him since I was seventeen." Heero recalled. "We just yell at each other now."

"Yes, that's keeping it civil." Sylvia truly didn't understand why Heero continued to see his father. At least she knew it would be a long time before they did it again. "By the way, I'm taking your shirt home with me."

"There goes another one…" Heero groaned.

"I'll bring the other ones back, I swear." Sylvia promised. "I just need to take this one because mine reeks of beer, and it's still kinda wet."

"Hn." Heero remembered a drunken Duo Maxwell accidentally spilling his beer on his girlfriend right before they left; leaving a peeved Sylvia sitting in the car wearing just a bra to cover her chest. In hindsight, she should've just asked Hilde for a shirt or something, instead of taking one of his.

"I should probably leave some of my things here, just in case I find myself in this predicament again." Sylvia remarked, continuing to down her coffee.

"You know, if you just moved in this wouldn't be an issue." Heero stated, looking over to see the woman's reaction. As expected, she didn't respond, instead choosing to simply glare at him. "I don't get it." he said with a humorless chuckle.

"Heero…" Sylvia warned. "We've gone through this already. I like what we have, we don't need to move in with each other."

No matter how many times he brought this up, she never gave him a satisfactory answer. Yeah, they didn't NEED to live together, but after a little over two years? It just seemed strange. It was as if she had one foot in and one foot out. This weird living situation sort of made him feel uncomfortable. He loved this girl, but what the hell?

Heero gave a slight shake of the head before turning away again.

"What?" she huffed at him. "Do you seriously want to talk about this again?"

Heero didn't respond.

"You know what I'm going to say, Heero." she continued. "So why bring it up?"

Again, Heero said nothing.

"Okay, just say nothing. That's fine, I didn't want to waste my breath on this topic anyway." an increasingly agitated Sylvia commented.

"I thought the guy was supposed to be the one with commitment issues." Heero muttered. She was acting like he was talking about marriage, and if this was her way of reacting to simply moving in together, then...

"What?"

Heero rose from the couch to move towards the stereo, turning the volume up just a bit more. He stripped off his muscle shirt. At this point, he figured he should've just remained nude. "If the record gets past 'Halloween', you can change it." Heero deadpanned. "I'm gonna go shower."

Sylvia watched him walk away. She saw the creases on his forehead and sensed the annoyance emanating from him. "Don't get mad at me!" She called out to him as he trotted towards his bathroom. "You know I don't like talking about this!" she shouted over the stereo. Heero remained unresponsive to her. That always pissed her off. "Dammit!" she slapped a hand on the counter behind her.

She could barely hear as he shut the bathroom door behind him. Sylvia released a heavy sigh, wishing that this bothersome subject never came up. Now he was cleaning his body which meant one thing, and that only served to frustrate the blonde even more.

"Does this mean no round two?"

Seis Clark pushed open the front door to his house. He let out a yawn, tired after a long day of work. He stomped over towards the living room where he found his wife, Aoi, curled up on the couch. He noticed the bored expression on her face as she switched from channel to channel on their television. "Hey." she dispassionately greeted him.

Seis kept his hands in his jacket and nodded. "Hey." he tossed back with equal enthusiasm. He marched forward and collapsed on the couch beside her.

"You forgot to take your boots off." Aoi said, still searching for something to watch.

"I did…" Seis responded.

"Gonna take them off?"

"In a little bit." Seis replied.

"How was work?" Aoi side glanced at her husband.

Seis gave a shrug. "Same old thing, you know how it is." He was beginning to wonder if she would choose anything to watch, or just turn off the TV in irritation.

"I see."

"And how was your day?" Seis leaned his head back, trying to stifle another yawn that threatened to escape.

"Same old thing, you know how it is." Aoi repeated his words back to him .

"Nice." Seis nodded.

"More like boring, but okay." Aoi replied, leaving the TV on the local news before dropping the remote.

"Wanna go out for dinner tonight?" Seis looked at her.

"Sick of my cooking?" Aoi stared back.

"Yeah, kinda." Seis said with a smile.

"Asshole." Aoi shook her head before going back to give the TV the bare minimum of her attention. "Yeah, we can go out tonight. Have somewhere in mind?"

"Not really, but we'll think of something, I'm sure."

"Hn."

Seis chuckled at that. That also reminded of something interesting that happened today. "Has your son reached out to you yet?"

Aoi threw him a knowing look. "I'm sure you already know the answer to that."

"Yeah…" Seis was well aware of their strained relationship. "Well, Trant sent me something interesting today." Seis pulled a hand out of his jacket, revealing his phone.

"Is that so?"

"Yeah…" Seis went searching through his phone, looking for that message he got from his younger brother. "He sent me a link to a video and he said 'tell Aoi she might have a new daughter-in-law soon'."

"Huh?" Aoi whipped her head towards her husband with a raised brow. What the hell was her brother-in-law talking about?

"Here…" Seis pulled up the video titled 'Do You Remember? and Jezebels cover Spellbound' and skipped towards the end. He leaned over to show Aoi. "There's your boy… and look at that." he said with a smirk.

Aoi craned her neck to get a good look at the video. It was clearly someone recording at one of her son's shows. She noticed her son on stage as the cameraman zoomed in.

It was there that she noticed her son getting pulled into an embrace by a beautiful, young blonde woman. She knew it wasn't Sylvia Noventa. It was then that she recalled Heero muttering something about her replacement last time he visited her.

So this was that girl, huh?

They were hugging for quite a while, and from what she could tell, they looked to be sharing a few words. Aoi almost turned away when some ear splitting feedback started to slice through.

"Ooh, sorry!" Seis chuckled as he turned the volume down.

Aoi continued to watch and from what she saw, it looked like they had to be separated by one of Heero's bandmates. The young blonde hugging her son began to awkwardly rush off the stage, leaving a visibly flummoxed Heero Yuy behind. She knew her son's body language well enough. That hug, and more specifically that girl, made quite an impression on her son. They'd been touring for a while now, so she wondered if there was something going on between them. "Huh…" the video ended.

"What do you think?" Seis asked her as he tucked his phone back into his jacket.

Aoi blinked at her husband a few times before turning her attention back towards the television. "I learned two things from watching that."

"Oh yeah?"

Aoi nodded. "Yup. One, she's a very pretty girl."

"Sure," Seis said in agreement. "And the other thing?"

"My son clearly has a type." Aoi sighed.

Sylvia sat by a table outside of a small cafe. She absentmindedly searched through her phone, going through some of her social media. As she scrolled through her timeline, she got a message from a friend of hers.

'Have u seen this yet?' It read with a link.

Sylvia tilted her head, pondering what her friend was talking about. She pressed the link that sent her to the video app. Her eyes slightly widened when she read the title of the video.

'Do You Remember? and Jezebels cover Spellbound' is what it read. It was posted about a week ago. Sylvia watched the same thing that Aoi Clark saw.

Heero Yuy, the man that once belonged to her, hugging up on her successor. She knew that look on her ex-boyfriend's face. Sylvia knew what that meant. After witnessing this, she felt a strange thumping in her chest. She gritted her teeth, hating this feeling. Hating it because of what it could mean. She did what she could to fight this bizzare anxiousness permeating inside of her.

Leaving Heero was supposed to put the pieces back together, and now the puzzle pieces were beginning to fall apart again. At least some of them were.

'I still don't know why u left him… should've sent him my way' her friend sent another message. Sylvia just rolled her eyes. 'I bet he's amazing in bed lol' the other girl added.

Sylvia let our an audible groan after she read that. "He is…" she chuckled mirthlessly to herself. "Hmm," Sylvia rewatched the video again. She studied the two and their movements. Something was definitely happening between these two, Sylvia figured.

She analyzed the new blonde Jezebel with a grin forming on her lips. "She's cute…" Sylvia admitted. "I can see it, Heero. I can see what you see in her."

Sylvia put her phone down; crossing her arms as she looked around the establishment she was currently patronizing. "Well, I'll have to remember to pay my old friends a visit sometime." she smiled, wondering how she'll be received when they see her again.

When he sees her again...

AN: Wanted to do something a little different with this chapter. It's not a great one, I'll admit it, but we'll get back to the stars of the show next time. I promise!

Siouxsie and the Banshees - "Jigsaw Feeling"

Siouxsie and the Banshees - "Spellbound"

Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds (Feat. Kylie Minogue) - "Where the Wild Roses Grow"