Kazeren
Hey peoples, yeah I'm finally updating. Sorry it took so long. You can look for my updates on either Monday or Wednesday, Tuesday I have after school practice, Thursday is a mad scramble to get ready for football games on Friday. Every other weekend I'm at my Mom's house, and I dare not try to type my precious fic on her lazy computer. I'll try to make this longer, that means I most likely not get this up the night I type it, like my previous ones. I have no idea when I'll post this. Okay enough babbling. Enjoy.
Chatting the entire way, Duo led me to a small community just outside the bustle of the city. One side held apartment buildings that loomed over the small houses on the other side of the street. As I looked, I noticed that only one of the apartment buildings had a functional fire escape, the others rusted and looking as if someone came along and yanked random sections off. I was led to a house that stood across from the well-maintained apartment building.
Duo jumped over the two steps leading to the front porch. Laying a hand on the doorknob he turned and grinned at me, saying "With any luck, the Cat will be out." I just blinked at him, once, twice. He just shrugged off my silence and turned the door knob, walking in. I followed him up the stairs, through the door and into the house.
The front door opened up to a living room, which held only the basics, television, matching couch and love seat, a recliner. Behind the recliner a dining table could be seen, the kitchen blocked by a wall that formed the hallway that no doubt lead to the bed and bath section of the house. 1
As we walked through the living room, I caught a glimpse of the hallway, taking in the four closed doors. Duo was looking around, almost furtively. I had to say something at that point. There's no telling whose house this was. "Duo…" I stopped as he made a lurch to the refrigerator, yanked open the door and stuffed his head in. After taking a quick survey, he looked back at me. "Don't worry so much, Tro, while the Cat's away the mice will play!" I chose to answer that remark with an automated blink.
"What mice?" We both turned, Duo with a guilty look on his face. Standing at the entrance to the kitchen stood a young woman, dressed in a pair of jean capris, a simple blue t-shirt, and bare feet. Her eyes looked to be a hazel color, with short brown hair that fell just below her ears, her face framed by longer strands that fell to her collar bone. 2
I heard Duo take in a breath to answer, but she beat him to it. "Quit raiding the fridge, Duo, I just went shopping and I don't want you decimating our supply again." She turned her attention to me while Duo made a comment about 'letting a starving man go hungry'. "If I leave the introductions to Duo, you'd never know my name. I'm Roxa."
"Trowa" I replied with a nod. Duo decided to jump back into the conversation then, but he spoke so rapidly that neither of us understood him. He looked at our blank faces, and tried again, "I ran into Trowa today at the garage, I figured he could work there and rent a room when he gets paid. Then he can live in the apartment that's going to be opening up down the hall when that one guy moves out, that way you won't spread your craziness. I mean, there's only-." Once again Duo was cut off, this time by the loud ringing of a telephone. I fought a smile as I heard Roxa mutter 'miracles' under her breath as she slipped past Duo to answer the demanding call. Duo stood there, a look of absolute outrage plastered on his face.
Roxa returned a few moments later, her eyes lit by a strange gleam. "That was Heero, reminding you not to be late for dinner again." I watched as Duo's eyes widened a bit as he asked if the named person said anything more. "Not too much," Duo actually seemed to wilt at these words; he soon perked up again when Roxa added, "Just his usual threats."
Her gaze returned to me. "I don't mind you staying here, but it's not my decision. The man of the house should be back soon. If you want to make arrangement for a room, you'll have to ask him. You can hang around here until he gets back. I'm going to go read now." With that she turned and walked down the hallway, entering the first room on the left. Duo turned to me, a satisfied look on his face, his point now proven. "See told ya she was strange."
It wasn't ten minuets later that I was introduced to 'the man of the house.' He was a tall, muscular young man named Zeake, who looked to be around his mid-twenties. Duo pleaded his case again, and once again, the request to allow me a room was granted. Zeake told me that as soon as he moved a few boxes out of the room, I was free to make myself comfortable. Zeake moved down the hall, turning sideways to allow Roxa to pass him, entranced in a thick volume.
A little later, Zeake walked back in, a pair of cuffs in his hand. He tossed them to Duo, who quickly pulled out a small black bag and walked to the other room. "Try not to damage them beyond repair this time Duo!" Zeake shook his head slowly, never understanding Duo's fascination with trying to pick any complex lock he could get his devious hands on. He looked at me, "The room is ready, second door on the right." He ignored the triumphant shout that floated in from the room Duo had disappeared into. "That has to be a record," remarked Roxa, still half absorbed in the book. Duo walked in, yet another huge grin on his face. The grin faltered when he saw the time. "I'm late! Sorry guys, the Great Maxwell will have to leave you now!" With that, he spun on his heel, yanked open the door and walked out, quickly shutting it behind him. I noticed the strange look on Zeake's face, Roxa noticed it too. Zeake looked her, "Duo didn't give me the cuffs back."
Kazeren
Please forgive me about the wait. I know, long wait, short chapter. As soon as I post this one, I'm going to work on the next one. I think I can post it either tomorrow or Monday, but don't hold me to it, I procrastinate…a lot.
1 Did this confuse anybody?
2 Think Akima's hairstyle…If you don't know who that is, go to my profile and click on my Xanga site.
"Procrastinators unite tomorrow."